The history of us is scarred into the topography of our sleepy little town
You know the one that has delusions of grandeur.
Hidden places where we learned the ins and outs of each other in a way that only new lovers can.
I've been traveling this sleepy little town again and the thing I've come to realize is this:
I used to come to these places to feel close to you.
The concrete abutment on the edge of a man made lake
The ruined foundation of an old restaurant
The stone table where we sat in the dark and I reminded you that some things didn't need to be photographed
You laughed at this but I came back and took a picture anyway.
Now they're just places,
waiting on
another idealistic young couple
whose whispers echo
. . .always and forever. . .
When forever is really just the next distraction away.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
The history of us is scarred into the topography of our sleepy little town
You know the one that has delusions of grandeur.
Hidden places where we learned the ins and outs of each other in a way that only new lovers can.
I've been traveling this sleepy little town again and the thing I've come to realize is this:
I used to come to these places to feel close to you.
The concrete abutment on the edge of a man made lake
The ruined foundation of an old restaurant
The stone table where we sat in the dark and I reminded you that some things didn't need to be photographed
You laughed at this but I came back and took a picture anyway.
Now they're just places,
waiting on
another idealistic young couple
whose whispers echo
. . .always and forever. . .
When forever is really just the next distraction away.