.to love such a wild thing.

there were times after the breakdown
when the morning grass was so wet
i had to stop and wipe my feet off on the hard carpet
and i would look out the window
searching for your face in the clouds as i felt
the tiny pieces of carpet scratch at my soles.

i remembered your smell even long after we said goodbye
and i tried to imagine it as i slept that night and thought
of how beautiful you would be wearing all white and promising your love to me.

i can conjure up every second we shared together
i keep it stored away in a memory bubble of lost love
but something about train rides on rainy days
always make me nostalgic for past love affairs
that i wish with enough wishing
i can someday
forget.

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

but something about train rides on rainy days
always make me nostalgic for past love affairs

funny how certain actions, smells or sights can bring back sentimental feelings... a lovely and melancholy poem.