United States
38° 39' 6.66" N, 77° 26' 8.7864" W

I miss watching the sunrise on the roof with you 

even if it was just once.

you let out an I love you that carved itself in pink skies.

I wonder if it crosses your mind 

that one simple moment that has dragged itself for 3 years. 

Let’s go back and go to the tracks instead 

Wandering hands found each other, 

urgent and anxious.

the calm of walking down those old railroad tracks

while your eyes screamed adoration and acceptance 

lets go back to Slave and Portland instead

Magnetic glances and teenage love at first sight 

soft spoken words echoed the streets.

tell me, where should we go? 


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