Laurel

I remember feeling smothered in a good way Gettin' blisters on my fingers, pushing harder Feel the red rush into my arms Try to feel a pulse And I remember The smell of the flowers On dandelion strings Snapped under The weight I carried With her name With your name Laurel I remember locking my words into boxes Letting the dust inspect my errors in judgement Feel the soreness of my worn out heartache That won't let my muscles relax And I remember Watching the leaves die On the trees I didn't feel safe anymore And we grew older Maturity felt like concrete hardening Into new shapes Into your shape Laurel I remember what it felt like to let go Not that I don't think of you Oh, I still do That last moonlight spin, drive across town That last scratch of my pen When you finally felt like The stranger You always wanted to be From the beginning Then I finally tasted Fresh air Finally heard my own voice Flowers smelled fresh again Not like your skin Laurel