someday eventually
does it hurt you to leave,
each step farther from me,
does it pain you to see,
the longing piling up to the sky?
but you've got more to see,
eyes full of curiosity,
twenty-two and counting,
when will you plant roots by my side?
as autumn paints the leaves,
each fall tired of gravity,
as sand's washed into the sea,
empty glasses raised up to the sky.
someday eventually,
settle for a different scene,
hurts less as a distant memory,
than to punch in to be by your side.
don't know what to do,
how much can i do,
there was never a choice.
posted by fillshe @ 8:27 PM
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