I wonder what your world looked like
As I pedal down the same road
That unfolded for you, age 14
Five dollars crammed into your jeans
Did this town look any different?
Did the horizon line seem just as far
As it does today, for me?
Or was it something you could both reach and see?
You keep it locked up in a box
On the top of your dresser
And I wonder who the photos are of-
Did time make you think of them better?
I pass the dinette
The same one you worked illegally in
12 and already independent
Although I guess this was a descendant
Directly of neglect
I feel the same bitterness
That you must've felt then
But never towards things that matter-
This feeling of insignificance only makes me madder
So I guess I understand
But never quite in full
And the same will go for you of me-
We will never know eachother completely
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A/N-
Ty to June for reading this and convincing me it was worth putting on here even when I hated it!!
