It’s almost been 2 years now.
2 years since I last saw your face,
Last heard your voice,
Last felt the w ay my entire body shook with my feelings for you.
And the brilliant colors I painted you and I with have faded.
The eye popping pigments
I used to create our future life
Have all become mottled shades of grey.
I used to dream o being your wife
Owning a little you house on some bay
But now I have different dreams of the future.
Different plans that fill my mind while I’m trying to all asleep at night.
I dream of roads long and winding.
And poems that seem to match.
I once was willing to give up my voice for you
But now you’re just another piece of the world.
That’s not to say I don’t still love you
Because I promise you I do.
A girl never forgets her first great love
And you are no exception to the rule.
But I have grown these 2 years past
From someone so read to give everything up.
To someone with dreams and plans
But you are welcome to come along.
I used to dream of domestic tranquility
Of life that was quiet and safe.
But now I’ve got bigger plans
That don’t revolve around you.
So when I see you again I probably won’t fuss or fawn
But I you’re looking for adventure
You’re welcome to come along.