Every wave turning me away
But I fought the tide to fall to pieces
The divination of hearts unwrapped
The accord of an east coast hurricane.
I covered to uncover my innocence
Tucked away in the sand.
Why did it feel like you led me
to my own homeland?
You were the signal in the sky
A painting of the age old story
Faced with tragic lightning.
Coldest morning in August
“Here Comes the Sun” as I let you go
But I held onto the flame
My eyes, stuck on moments I have visited a million times over
I know them so well, so well.