Jan 2015
I run the back roads
to our hill
and stare at Boston
in the distance
I wish you
were that close,
close enough to see
so I know you're there
to our hill
and stare at Boston
in the distance
I wish you
were that close,
close enough to see
so I know you're there
Memories I'm supposed to let go of, though I go back there all the time looking for something different. But I never find more than memories of someone I'm supposed to have forgotten.
His twentieth birthday is soon...
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http://hellopoetry.com/poem/918689/meet-me/
His twentieth birthday is soon...
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http://hellopoetry.com/poem/918689/meet-me/
