deep

a hundred days
a thousand hours
and here you are again
jumping on the chance
as I take the bandwagon away
and make the last homecoming
dance just for us as it always was
making the place where the love light breathes
and you know this park as well as I do
and maybe we can rememorize the
silly things we said and so did
so very long ago
but winters are still the same here
and the cars heat up the same way
the same speed
and you are never going to believe that I came back
for your eyes
and to hope you meet my mom
while we get a lunch or three together
and the code of our glances
make the snow seem less cold
and we wake up
to the bark of a dog
and we were never that far apart
no matter how many miles it was,
anyways…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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