spent grass
wet feet
piled ten deep
by the bathroom sink
in our town
by his car
i see her face
and my heart swells
we spill over into the south end
with the revelry left from a childhood spent in love
old flame
in new skin
won't you take me back?
won't you pull me in?
cast off our new losses
take all those gaps in time
fill them back up
with poolside wine
bury me under this street
if i ever dare ask "where have you been?" again
i've been singing a simpler song
i've been learning to use less words
to stop making up
to write what i know
to not let the past go
i won't let our past go