Can't we travel back a few years, just for awhile?
Drink up a forgotten permanence?
I long to drive the streets with you,
to feel the sun on my face and turn up the stereo,
To laugh and confide and then crash on my couch,
safe from the icy pricks of a coming goodbye
A quick shadow slips across my countenance
and a biting wind cuts through summer's warmth
Our time sentenced to interruption,
shoved aside by new lives and fresh pursuits
I just want more time -
I just miss you.
posted by Kaitlin @ 8:40 PM
2 Comments:
that makes me really depressed... =o/
Wow. Yep, definitely how I feel. So the pics of all of us at Jess's party make me feel old because everyone looks so much older than I remember. So crazy how time flies and people change. I pretty much hate it. Good poem, though, did you write it? I think what makes things so hard is knowing that it's only lasting for such a short time, and then everyone's gone. Oh well, I got my class schedule today and Mon-Wed-Fri is REALLY sketch. And I am in Printy, room 13 B. I have a feeling that's the smallest room, but the one with the window, so I'm happy with that. I wanted to bunk anyway :o) Well, see ya and have fun at the beach! Don't get into TOO much trouble...you'll have to keep an eye on Arika, the sneaky one. Love ya! -Jessica
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