"Five minutes"
you said,
"I am not people."
But five minutes came
and five minutes went,
I never saw, the shadow of you.
Now years have gone by
the tock of the clock
reminds me so clearly of those thousands 'five minutes'.
I really believed
you were different from them,
all those other people
with their broken promises.
A madman with a box
eating fish fingers,
and never have I had
such a wonderful night.
I wanted to come with you
that very moment,
you said you'd come back,
only you didn't.
In the end I suppose
you are
just
people.
