Maybe I'll start the Sunset Chronicles where I gather everything I've ever written about this place. And this person.
I'll Visit the swings that are not there, imagine the snow is from another year. Climb the bleachers where photos were snapped, walk by the water after that. I think I might escape to Sunset. I’ll run down the hill to the lovers bench, pass the view of our smoke deck. Search out the picnic table with our names, where you kissed me & said I was to blame. I think I might escape to Sunset.
I’ll let the sun soak me up and turn me into a ray and with open arms I’ll let the heat take me away. I’ll send down my love and memories each morning and each noon. To Sunset. And to you.
Holy grand teary hell,
The vibrations of nostalgia here left me like Virgil to your Dante. I was there and I haven't been there at all. The innocence of the kiss, the swings that arent there, the metaphysics behind becoming as bright and weightless as a sun's ray, these are mega slugs from a lyrical gun aimed at hearts and memories.
"I’ll let the sun soak me up and turn me into a ray
and with open arms I’ll let the heat take me away."
I loved loved loved this piece. I've done this so many time -- gone to a place so full of memories just to feel the ghosts there. You encapsulated those emotions perfectly. Excellent work.
Holy grand teary hell,
The vibrations of nostalgia here left me like Virgil to your Dante. I was there and I haven't been there at all. The innocence of the kiss, the swings that arent there, the metaphysics behind becoming as bright and weightless as a sun's ray, these are mega slugs from a lyrical gun aimed at hearts and memories.
I walk through life imagining events that have yet to happen. I yearn for adventure and passion. I'm let down so often by everyone I meet so I spend a lot of time alone. I'm a writer, a philosopher, a.. more..