i craved the open road,
the quiet peace that comes
with being alone,
copper sun shining
on a burning horizon,
the highway sound carried
like whispers on the wind
i wanted to travel the world,
my heart much too big
for this small place
we would climb to the roof
and watch the dark drink in the day
we would make wishes
on moonless nights,
promises that we would escape
i was always one step away
from losing my mind
in this place
but i think i always knew
that you would stay
and you always hoped i would too
we spent our youth
in this back and forth,
but you soon realized
that my running was inevitable
i suppose,
i always assumed
that you’d still be here,
a beacon of light
guiding my eventual return
but as the years pass,
the light fades
the room gathers cobwebs
the photos are covered in dust
now, we simply
leave a candle burning,
a little light in the hallway
of this museum of memories
filled with all the bits and pieces
of a past we left behind
maybe one day
i’ll clean the place up
maybe one day
i’ll make this house
into a home
– ashley jane