All is Well

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@pulak247?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Pulak Bhagawati</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>after Taylor Swift.<br/><br/>I recall you like the memory of an old guitar,fingers that bend into familiar chords.You were once like the whisper of morning,drowsy and sweet, full of possibility &#8212;What would we do?<br/><br/>What could we do with $20 and a blue chevroletthirsty for gasoline? What could we doin this tired little city, so familiar,stuck twenty years in the past?<br/><br/>I think we had to grow,forced by our bodies and time&#8217;s relentlessnessinto something new. Something apart, too.<br/><br/>I see you there. Don&#8217;t ever doubt I do,off on the horizon, somewhere far awaybut oddly close, still. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>