I drove into town.
I drove into town and saw you.
I saw you with that confused face as you drove in this town you were unfamiliar with, but seeing me made it familiar.

I drove through that street.
I drove through that street and saw you standing at the foot of an artwork. And you looked at it with such confusion, but looking at me and looking back at it is what made it familiar to you.

I drove past that sign.
I drove past that sign and saw you at the 2nd to last step of the Museum. and you looked down at your phone googling the next destination with such confusion. But the look you gave me when I was dazed in my own town which I lived in, made you familiar.
familiar with the air
familiar with the streets, and what made it bare.
familiar with the people, although you've never seen them.
that ten rand tip that you so generously gave him
and with that same hand you put it in mine
and although at the time
I might not have felt it
to love me is what you wanted.
I couldn't give it to you then, but I want to now.
it just shows how time wouldn't allow

two teenagers to love at the same time
to share these memories we now decline.
memories we're forced to share with others
although the other is neither one under the covers

Regardless of its never return, thank you for that love you've shown
because although we are lost
you are the way home.