Mar 2016
Me in between the fog on top of the mountains we used to climb.
Between the “I love you’s” and the “I’m so sorry’s” we used to say.
You’ll find me in a box labeled “memories and stuff” and when you unpack it you’ll remember the times we shared. I’ll be that distant memory. I’ll be that “girl you used to date”
You’ll find me between the highway signs leading from Pennsylvania to DC. And when she asks why DC you’ll smile and laugh because you’ll remember everything.
You’ll find me in your hometown down the street in that same old neighborhood we used to roam. When you bring her back here so she can see how you grew up.
And if life keeps heading down the same path we like to run, you’ll reopen that box in about a year or so… You’ll find me still waiting around thinking of you every now and then.
You’ll find me in a box labeled “memories and stuff” and when you unpack it you’ll remember the times we shared. I’ll be that distant memory. I’ll be that “girl you used to date”
You’ll find me between the highway signs leading from Pennsylvania to DC. And when she asks why DC you’ll smile and laugh because you’ll remember everything.
You’ll find me in your hometown down the street in that same old neighborhood we used to roam. When you bring her back here so she can see how you grew up.
And if life keeps heading down the same path we like to run, you’ll reopen that box in about a year or so… You’ll find me still waiting around thinking of you every now and then.
