This time last year I sat on the docks with you and watched the aurora borealis and that’s when I knew
That we could be nothing more than what we were
Had no where to go but back home to the city and the reality of our disconnection
This time this year I am on the docks thinking about him
And despite the apparent reality of disconnect
I feel more connected to it all than I ever truly have
I guess that’s perspective for ya
Always shifting and auditing to the current at hand
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