Don't worry about the distance,
I'm only ten minutes away instead of an hour and a half.
It's harder than I thought;
Moving back to the town where we first met because I look around and all I see-
All I see is your smile,
And how we drove around
the streets of downtown to work on a project that we both knew I
couldn't care less about;
All I cared about was being with you.
And all I see is your car,
Pulling into your parking place as I leaned against the wall
each morning and waited for you;
Watching as you gathered your things and headed
It hurts more I realized;
Especially when I stop at a sheetz
in your home town
for cigarettes or a cup of coffee to drink
Before my long day starts
because I remember how much you loved your coffee.
I'm not as far away as you think;
And it scares and excites me
all at once.
I had similar feelings returning home after 5 years living 360. I didn't want to as my home town has too many ghosts.
However finances and the difference in property prices between north and south made it necessary.
A very relatable poem.
1 year ago
I love how I can relate to this, I've moved around way too much in my lifetime and whenever I move back or even extended visit places I'm carried away in the paths I traveled with specific people and it is so beautiful it hurts or it stings so much all I can do is smile that we had moments that powerful - and I think you captured that effortlessly here.
The only suggestion I have is maybe your format could use a little bit of restructuring because the longer lines messed with the interesting and well working flow you had at first.
Sometimes it's those smallest moments, the ones that being back so many powerful emotions in the best of ways, that help us remember who we are and how far we have come.
Even when those memories make me sad I smile, because I remember loving every minute of them.
And I'll see if I can't reconstruct the ending.