This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters
of you and I, of things that I wish would have
happened, of things that I wish you would say,
then you whispered to me said I missed you, as I
silently basked in your words, these eight letters
that keep me from growing, out and away from you
we still return to the seasons where these corners
and cracks of this street are still leading me
home this tongue just keeps tying itself, unspoken
words from the mouth of a bottle of things that I
wish I could tell you, of things that you can't
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these... I keep running back in your direction, to
these beaches and swings that we know, it's as
empty as when we had left it, still writing these
letters to you the truth behing story incredible
glories of you and what my mind has made you, the
life bearing pictures these porches these
splinters and summers that are making me whole
still I fly high and away from these dreams still
I fly high and away from these things