This lightning show has me thinking about that night again.
Without the self doubting guilt,
possibly for the first time.
Is it the combination of school and spring phermones?
The smell of the impending storms?
Or are you in my thoughts because I'm in yours.
The mixed tape spins again
turning silent keys.
The misfire of a cog
going nowhere forever.
Forever letting you go,
I've been waiting for no one.
A habit that's like breathing,
Subconscious and dangerous.
Your voice and silhouette saved in the corners of me.
So magnanimous in my youth,
how I miss her again.