no great auspicious day i been here so many times i wasnt sure id stay i felt shy and stressed there was a man to my left waiting it struck me the way i saw him a familiarity almost haunting he was saying his name i could hardly even hear him and i lean in i wouldnt want to see him i never want to see him through your eyes i only want to see him through mine through mine as one in the well never minds the water for its clear and still in time the light came to be a stranger and it takes will always will such a soft spoken man i had to do most of the talking i didnt mind we stayed up late that night patient