i can only feel the same as i once did
i miss the past, filled with gardens, dewy yard sales, the plays in the theater inside the old church on the corner, and the vultures soaring like dragons in our medieval sky
i miss their freckles and blonde hair and how that room shifted around us
i miss how the strength of your niceness was rivaled only by the irreverence of your jokes
but now i have met another you, hanging out future’s window as it speeds down the winding backroads
and if the last beautiful thing i saw was the color of his eyes i would die luckier than anyone that has ever lived
and after staring it down, all i can say is
the future seems like it wants to embrace me as much as i want to embrace it
and the vultures soar on just the same.
