we were straddling the line of spring and summertime
when Easton chose to bloom.
sparing our hearts
the sting
of a cold
empty room
though your hand was in mine
i could feel your wandering mind
could you feel mine too?

oh, wasn’t it last year we walked through The Pasture
with mud up to our knees?
you were knobby
and pale
and tall
like one of those birch trees
and i had your love
but for me it wasn’t enough
it wasn’t.

i won’t mind if i can’t quite recall
our shadows swaying on your bedroom wall|

i won’t mind if i could just forget
how slow it was watching that sunset
at Borderland you held me tight
when you hold me now
it just ain’t right

it just ain’t right.


© Rachel Sumner BMI