Long Gone and the Longing
Just yesterday we walked down Highland Avenue wondering if we'd ever get there but not really caring. Those languid summer nights when the future was left to the imagination. Knowing we walked down that street together and smelled those magnolia blossoms and ran our hands across your bald head, feeling the soft courseness of new growth. That's all, dad. The love, the need, the possibility. The eternal walk. Down the street that matters.
very nice mel. i can see it in my mind.
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