Small Town Goodbye.

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"Just keep driving"
I tell myself as I get closer to our spot.
"You've got places to be"
I remind myself as I pull onto the little gravel road.
I pull my winter grey bronco up to the river bank, and get out.
The trees have turned, and golden brown leaves lay on the ground.
With every step I take, one crumbles underneath my shoes.
I finally make it to the rocks, and sit down.
The autumn wind blows, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I cross my arms, and watch as tiny ripples crash into the bank.
I look up at the canopy tree tops, wondering why I even stopped here.
Wondering why I put myself through this one last time before I leave this small town with hidden memories.
My mind wonders even further, and I start to reminisce.
I close my eyes, and think of the times I had with you.
The feeling of your thumb running across my lips.
Or how your arms felt around my waist.
How it felt when you kissed my neck.
How your brown hair curled around my fingers.
How we would stay here all night, and you would trace figures into my skin.
How it felt to have your soft pink lips crash into mine.
How it felt to go further than we should have, and not care that we were.
How it felt to be two lost kids, not knowing anything.
I hear leaves crunching behind me and my eyes spring open.
I look beside me, only to find that you too, have come here to reminisce.
You don't say anything, but I know what you're trying to say.
Your hand wraps around mine, and before we know it, our lips connect, and everything makes sense again.
You pull away from me, out of breathe, " Please don't go"
You say as a tear slips down your cheek.
I wipe it away, "I have too. "
You grab my face and kiss me, "Fine. But promise me, that when you finish college, and you're onto a new life, you'll swing back by here, and come see me. Just so I can see the woman you've turned in to. So I can see what I lost. So I can see your beautiful face one more time."
I kiss him, "I promise."
"Don't forget me love."
Is the last thing he says before he gets up, and heads back to the one horse town, he'll probably never leave.

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