The light wanes; I venture outside. At water's edge, I sit on the bench where we sat so often, counting the minutes.
It has been years since we were together, but it will not be long, now. I sent our driver to pick you up, since you would not want me to see you there this way.
Thirty years ago, George found us here and you shot him, at eventide. You paid that debt today in the death chamber; soon you shall be back with me.
The car approaches. I stand beside the bench, waiting for you and another eventide.
It has been years since we were together, but it will not be long, now. I sent our driver to pick you up, since you would not want me to see you there this way.
Thirty years ago, George found us here and you shot him, at eventide. You paid that debt today in the death chamber; soon you shall be back with me.
The car approaches. I stand beside the bench, waiting for you and another eventide.
