Person of the Past.

I look back on my time in New York

Three years I’ve been here and it’s going up to four

But my memories are usually accompanied by certain people

I’d be lying if I said one person showed up more than any

I’ll never regret a thing of course

I’ll always love the memories I have locked onto my mind forever

The day at the bridge after school with a group of friends

Walking from the bus to a trailer that I came to know like the back of my hand

A lot of my memories though have the same people in them

And honestly I don’t regret a thing