Reminisced with the Wind,
starting my day off early
'tween two train cars
bound for Jersey.
Broke down and bought me
first pack of smokes in months
loaded up for days on coffee
and skipping lunch.
Bells play a tune
as bright as snow
across the field where I sit
on a bench in the cold
Churches lock their
doors in the states,
no one goes in
when it's not Sunday.
When the sun hides its eyes
you find other places to pray.
Kinda missing the warmth
of those French summer days.
... and it's not true what she said,
Its not an,"ex (i) can't get over,"
its a feeling .
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
Reminisced with the Wind,
starting my day off early
'tween two train cars
bound for Jersey.
Broke down and bought me
first pack of smokes in months
loaded up for days on coffee
and skipping lunch.
Bells play a tune
as bright as snow
across the field where I sit
on a bench in the cold
Churches lock their
doors in the states,
no one goes in
when it's not Sunday.
When the sun hides its eyes
you find other places to pray.
Kinda missing the warmth
of those French summer days.
... and it's not true what she said,
Its not an,"ex (i) can't get over,"
its a feeling .
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