In exhausted hope away you walked.
That night in June, oh, how we talked;
those hours spent so deep in thought
of how in this trap we found us caught.
Sudden and spontaneous, the discussion flowed;
blame and reason, the thoughts disowned.
How we went from love to fight
in what seemed to be a hateful night.
Holding hands and letting the eyes meet
we both felt the warmth that used to be;
|warmth, however, is never a key
to what it takes to be.
Those hours passed, oh, how long they were.
Tears rolled out, putting all in a blur.
When the coffee’s was gone and we were out-talked,
in exhausted hope away you walked.
~ Sam Hansen (Published)