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Writer's pictureannie wheat

reminiscent


The summer feels so far away

The days of traveling 500 miles to go hiking

I was alone

So alone!

But this alone is one to crave

No one to bother me

Everyone missing me

That’s what I love to think

The road to myself

Or maybe one other

I’ll deal with you

Just be there for my head?

It’s so open

Free

I chose where to go

and how to feel

that summer felt like a blank canvas

I don’t think I’ll feel that kind of freedom again

Can it come around twice?

No limits or constraints

It’s just me, and a park, and my car

but its gone now

Uma gone for 4,000 and a trip to carmax

I miss the coffee stained seats already

but I have some money in pocket

and I’m in the land of automobiles

I hate how that song makes me feel

because of how it used to make me feel

but back to summer:

Some wilty lettuce in the cooler to the right

Chips and salsa are still my favorite meal

Setting up a tent is easy

But so is sleeping under the stars



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