When We Were Young

In chasing cars from road trips we never took

in the humid air and petrichor

that day eating sundaes

I found what it meant to feel

I found what it meant to be in the moment

In that moment

And i'm so eternally grateful

But here i am with the wrench

Hijacking your car

After having been shotgun for so long

Smashing you over the head as you admired the scenery

And dragging your body by the ropes i was once strung with

A memory rather than a burden

Of who i was; who we were

And what i've learnt

I loved you so much. But it's time for me to go.