Friday, July 10, 2015

Newgard

I go running down
streets I knew well
in a past life. The
trees are taller now,
but the neighborhood
still has its charm. I
pass by his old place,
remembering it all,

(so many memories,
hazy late nights, those
weekends that changed
my life)

and see a girl with long
blonde hair sitting in the
window. She is smiling
and hopeful, excited for
the possibility of a future
with the boy who is sitting
across from her, making

her sigh. She has no idea
how deeply and truly her
dreams will come to pass,
will become reality (and
smiling back at her, I

keep on running).

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