Midsummer, 1985

we’d share a cry

my girl and i

Midsummer, 1985

this town has come of age

all the good folk passed away

our old friends changed, you’d hate this place

poor Becca still insists

that you didn’t exist

give me any sign at all

♪

darlin’ what’s she know

it was long ago

♪

any sign at all

we took a drive, one final time

september 12th, 8:49

i mouthed as ya left

“well you survived”

“dont be a stranger”, you replied

what’s real is what i felt

but my mind is out of sorts and i hear bells