The story continues in the middle of nowhere,
a small place where everyone knew everyone.
The place where me and you conspired to go somewhere,
anywhere we felt suitable to run.
Late night escapades uphill in your car,
drunken night calls for a time in need.
Having you here with me was way beyond subpar,
you were always there to take heed.
A couple of idiots deciphering life,
finishing each other sentences we were quite a match.
A couple of idiots doing what makes us feel alive,
wondering why we never bothered from this place to detach.
Present moment still in the place we know,
wishing for a future to be in together.
Navigating these rough waters on my own now,
thinking what if we were still in it forever.
The story continues with a different narrative,
a deadbeat poet making money on the side.
A lonely life with the intention to be restorative,
managing through the tides with all experiences applied.
