Old triggered memories
every time I turn around
we're laughing in the park
dancing with no rhythm
don't hold my hand in public
run through downtown
while drunk and wondering
will I make this train?
Every old restaurant
attached to a filament
something lights up
and we're here talking
while I'm a mile away
half the distance measured
in good and bad memory
aren't we all just solid
aren't we all just dreamers
And, O, how there's half this
empty or full, I don't know
just a feeling draining
its self away into my words
Now a love of distance
we're both better now
everyone goes northwest
without me
You know, I have plans to go northwest, but you're welcome to tag along. Though the near term trip won't be far, the far off one is, and more permanent too, but you're welcome on both.
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