How has the differences divided us so?
How can you stand there when you know
You can’t turn back
You can’t rewind.
Two paychecks shine in the street lamps
And you feel the warmth draining
Out of you like blood and you are cold
Like the salt water of the bay.
The wind makes you feel the tears
Before they hit the cracks
and seep into the past.
You wonder if it could have been fixed
if it could have been like every other time
where fights were resolved with cigarettes
Its your hands
the ocean is speechless and you stand there
wishing the stars could write something.
Leaving us in a small town
Littered with junk and memories
And two broken hearts.
Back to school, Back to writing.