today
I drove past the places
I drove past the places
where we used to dream
of being
always a part of one another
always a part of one another
those places where sun shone
even when our hearts
were darkened and dusky
I saw those cracks
we used to slip into
where time slid like rain down glass
like you...into me
and places where our naivete
still haunts with lovesick demons
and the shadowy yearnings
of things left undone
I touched
wood and stone and glass that
still holds our salty tears
from a thousand years ago
and the milk from ancient wounds
not fully sapped
I stood under trees
now wiser
with the same watchful branches
still keeping our secrets
and ached with the stabbing throbs
of resurfaced memories
long ago buried
I stood under trees
now wiser
with the same watchful branches
still keeping our secrets
and ached with the stabbing throbs
of resurfaced memories
long ago buried
sometimes there's beauty in decay
sometimes
there's just decay