Ica

The memory of you, of us, exists inside my mind It fades with age and I’m afraid it’s bound to crack I still see our hair entangled, brown woven strands laid together resting, watching, from the comfort of a backpack the stars above still shine, just as they did back then but that midnight field is never coming back No more will sudden dew soaks through our socks no more time spent gazing at that never-ending black I loved you once, and I will love you til I die that place is gone, lost to time, but these words will never crack