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?