Monday, December 12, 2011

I can almost see you...

Some days, your shadow lurks around every corner I turn, and you're always two cars ahead of me. My heart drags on the ground, and to be near presentable, I tuck it gently into my pocket, hoping that no one notices. Remember laying down, and listening to me babble about moving away, to Austin? I wanted to get away with you, and you wanted to get away with me. Only your getaway was tangible, and mine was silly. You're there, at your getaway, what should have been our getaway should I have only taken your hand.