Strolling down the walk
under the blistering sun,
would I have been
good enough?
Showing me your
favorite spots,
eating late lunches
on the dock.
Would you have
held my hand?
Late night talking
in the cooling summer breeze,
how is it that I
still find reason
to daydream all these
pointless dreams?
You look
fiercly new and ultimately
something akin to
worthwhile,
like you could have been
the best place
to have called
home.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Strolling down the walk
under the blistering sun,
would I have been
good enough?
Showing me your
favorite spots,
eating late lunches
on the dock.
Would you have
held my hand?
Late night talking
in the cooling summer breeze,
how is it that I
still find reason
to daydream all these
pointless dreams?
You look
fiercly new and ultimately
something akin to
worthwhile,
like you could have been
the best place
to have called
home.
Just staling time,
I don't even cross your mind.
Will you still see it
in my eye
the next time you pass by?
If you ever do again.
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