two years ago

before we felt so familiar

and before I could remember your last name

I remember now

how our bright spring green deepened

with the heat as the seasons changed

we were lush as the underside of august.

the streets looked like water.

they swelled and they shimmered

and they stretched like the sea.

and dressed in my best shining skin

and my squinty eyes,

I put the miles behind me.

it took us so long to get here.

you gotta write between lines.

you gotta read between the years.

and fleetingly we see ourselves pass

driving a good thing and wondering,

how long can it last?



and there was much to forgive

and there was much to forget.

it seems we both stood by while the record was set.

and now when I look at you and when you look at me

it's a much different view

we are both decked out in our history.

it took us so long to get here.

you gotta write between lines.

you gotta read between the years.

And fleetingly we see ourselves pass

driving a good thing and wondering,

how long can it last?