Do You Think

One day I'll be in New York, legs swinging over the end of my balcony, as the city that never sleeps begins to wake up. Just watching, wondering. Do you think that my mind will reach all the way back to sixteen years old? When we were still bright eyed and hopeful to what the future had in store, when living ten minutes away felt like an eternity, when it was all for a cute picture. Do you think the reminiscing will leave me in tears or with a faint smile tracing through my constellation skin, like the Milky Way in the universe? Because time has torn apart, something that she's always been credited for being particularly good at. Do you think my mind will walk the entire 806.7 miles, from the Upper East Side back to little Hayesville, to where you are? We both always knew that I would outgrow this town, the small garden in my car rapidly grew into an entire forest, and when the tenant of the building evicted us, we had to look for new soil, and decided that we liked that way the cracks in the never ending sidewalks felt. Do you think that I'll be thinking of you with a heart that's been broken or a heart that's been loved? Because I feel like an organ as valuable as a heart, should be handed on a silver platter with great caution. Do you think I'll have a moment of regret? Leaving Hayesville will be easy, it'll be walking away from 17 years of pain. Leaving what's in Hayesville, that may be a little harder. Do you think that when I'm driving away, one last time, I'll look in my rear view mirror, and rethink running away? It was you that kept me always coming back to the town that I hate, and it would be severed tether that almost tripped me as I tried walking out. Do you think that I'll come back to the one place where you & I, New York & Hayesville, could ever exist together in peace? My daydreams, morning fantasies, late night memories.