London rain in Copenhagen 2.

Once upon a time,
you ment the world to me.
Always there to count on,
but never to foresee.

Lots of time has drifted,
and time betrays us all.
You´ve never seemed so distend,
though friends is what we´re called.

I hope that in the future,
You´ve been sweeped up off my mind.
But for now, all that I long for,
is your libs touching mine.