On A Solitary Bench (Part 1)

The intercom sang in the house.
The figure of myself hanged over the PC.
I've found you crying at the end of the stairs.
I brought you outside under no sun.
Remember then? It was just you and me on a bench.

We where so close to get over it.
Our speech in the chill of November.
Your broken voice I do remember.
The sky suspended over our head
Seemed to be there only for me.

How much time is it passed from then?
Now we don't seat and talk.
Do you still look to the clouds?
Have you lost that smile?

I'm so distant right now.

But that's not important because,
Although it is all over even before its start,
You are almost important for me.
And on the bench I can still sit,
Even without you.