I can’t remember your sunny smile
A fog has covered that part of my mind
It’s a defense against longing while
The tentative threads inside my head wind
Every now and then a gust banishes
The cloud gazing that I do most trite days
Disgruntled when the still fog vanishes
The sun comes again with a gentle graze
But the distance between me and the warmth
Plays tricks on how I see the world around
Steps I take venture your way going forth
Greedy for an alleyway in Old Town
Or a canoe, a car, or even prom
I still feel sixteen although you’ve moved on
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
I can’t remember your sunny smile
A fog has covered that part of my mind
It’s a defense against longing while
The tentative threads inside my head wind
Every now and then a gust banishes
The cloud gazing that I do most trite days
Disgruntled when the still fog vanishes
The sun comes again with a gentle graze
But the distance between me and the warmth
Plays tricks on how I see the world around
Steps I take venture your way going forth
Greedy for an alleyway in Old Town
Or a canoe, a car, or even prom
I still feel sixteen although you’ve moved on
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