False Peaks

It has been so long since I started the climb,

That I hardly remember when I began.

Was it when I walked you to your car?

Or when we got coffee together?

It meant nothing to you,

but to me it was a mountain.

 

On our fifth date I took you to the movies.

You always loved the scary ones.

I still remember you hiding in my arms.

It meant nothing to you,

but to me it was a mountain.

 

I remember taking you to dinner.

I remember the modest grey dress you wore,

while I was in jeans and a cheap collared shirt.

As we walked hand in hand,

I was on top of the world.

It meant nothing to you,

but to me it was a mountain.

 

As I climb higher and higher,

My hopes plummet lower and lower.

All I find are false peaks.

I might as well go it alone.

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