神戸

who knew summer in texas could be so cold?

how is it that there was a time in my life where

the world did not seem to be trying to bury me

when sparkling lights and rounds of drinks

was all i needed to hit the pavement running

running into the city

where she patted my back gently

and whispered a secret for me to keep

how is that all i have left to remind me of her?

how could i have left at all?

she let me leave my footprints all over her

she let me intertwine my life with others

others who loved her more than i ever could

those who settled in to stay

i want to smell the sea in my hair again

to hear the train crossing signal

to feel the humidity stick to my skin

i want the haru no ichiban to blow me away

so i can sleep within her atmosphere

and envelope her in a final summer storm

of my bitter sorrow for not even saying goodbye