In the Rye Field.

There we are,
alone in a rye field.
Me and you,
Hand in hand
I stare into your eyes,
And see a sudden sadness.
I ask you what's wrong,
While I Hold you tight.
You look away, push me.
Clearly Disgusted.
And you run.


20 years later,
I now stand alone,
In the very same rye field.
Wondering what went wrong.
I ask you why,
You don't reply,
Because you're long gone.