We were meant to relate our experiences to one another.
To appreciate.
Not to create them together.
Walking in the city
and this rain is on me
washing away what hope I wore
when I rode through these streets
to meet you just before,
only a little while ago.
An hour ago I though we might save this
like before.
When you came back
And the sun was shining.
In the heat.
the sweat
washed us clean
in that borrowed bed
we created this "us" dream.
You would speak in that voice
saved just for me -
your secrets are safe.
Don't worry love.
A train through the city
and in this car right beside me
offering affection to a man who could
be a home, a haven, some complete version
of herself - a girl says 'okay' because
your stop is before hers. You leave.
Our hope washes away.
Like before.
Your memory is with me. Safe.
And it won't leave.
To appreciate.
Not to create them together.
Walking in the city
and this rain is on me
washing away what hope I wore
when I rode through these streets
to meet you just before,
only a little while ago.
An hour ago I though we might save this
like before.
When you came back
And the sun was shining.
In the heat.
the sweat
washed us clean
in that borrowed bed
we created this "us" dream.
You would speak in that voice
saved just for me -
your secrets are safe.
Don't worry love.
A train through the city
and in this car right beside me
offering affection to a man who could
be a home, a haven, some complete version
of herself - a girl says 'okay' because
your stop is before hers. You leave.
Our hope washes away.
Like before.
Your memory is with me. Safe.
And it won't leave.
I like this.