And you were strong,
Dirty blonde hair,
So confident in your wicked ways,
Loose grip on loose drinks,
Talking about how the past was better left buried.
The unwavering confidence,
That’s when you had me,
That’s when I pushed the chips all in.
Some skeletons are better left in the closet,
And you’d finally arrived to help me nail that door shut,
My knight in shining armor.
Spring faded to Summer,
And Fall faded to Winter,
And I’m traveling..
Steady traveling back to what I once knew,
Please don’t let it be a mirage
Please tell me it wasn’t a mirage.