Your eyes sang the song of loss And I recognized the chorus
I was reading a book in a place no normal person would be. When I was accomponied by a lovely gal who had the same plans as me. We never spoke a word to eachother but I've never felt so understood.
Sunshine yellow Or perhaps Mustard hued The suede jacket Like an old fading memory Worn on the outside Cozy and warm Reminiscent of a place and time Long gone Like the jacket Once worn Now frayed
Freedom sought Without knowing how and what it looked like and was Every breath visibly free Yet never owned In the distance Grew a voice bold You knew You knew With your every breath And chose it well Yet lost Freedom is sought Never free On a waitlist It rides rent free