One day, I'll cross oceans
to see you again,
though I know you're not waiting.
We'll sit and talk about
all your bad decisions,
about how much you regret
letting me go.
I'll tell you how
I could run away from guns and
blood and chaos,
still couldn't run away from all
I'll tell you that
you were so wrong
when you were afraid of escaping,
that the place you were
born in should never decide the amount
of shame you'll carry inside of you
for the rest of your life.
I know we'll have this conversation
twenty years later.
I know I'll still be loving you
for that long.
This is absolutely wonderful and I love how it could be about a person a place or even a specific memory, depending on how you connotate certain things. Despite being a sad write there is a very greater turn towards happiness at the end and I think that even though this is very simple it really screams of your heart and soul towards whatever inspiration you had.