Holding hands behind our backs, my fingers hooked between yours and yours between mine; i hear your heartbeat as we stood, just staring at the scene ahead. You never liked the place, i've always found it special; walking up with you every time, tugging, laughing, teasing each other. It's breezy tonight and the wind carries with him our thoughts; whispers resonate in the air, audible and comprehensible to us and only us.

Mr déjà vu, now that you're gone, would things ever be the same again ?