I saw you in skineateles sitting with another woman on a bench. You have moved on already. It was dark already but I glanced back and you were staring again. I tried to look at what my friend was pointing out but I kept thinking about you. It was darker. Was it really you? I glanced back again but then you were looking straight ahead and I couldn’t read what you were thinking. You have moved on fast.
I’m still holding on to a last bit of hope that you still want me. I fell in love with you all over again when I saw you.