My mind moves like a greyhound chasing a rabbit
round the track
Maybe it’s to keep the feelings at bay
that something’s missing
You see, she doesn’t live here anymore
We rarely make those special memories
like we did before
Only now and then do we see her
come walking through that door
Maybe that’s just the way things evolve
Sure, we text each night and talk twice
a week on the phone…..but still,
something’s missing
Heaven knows we can’t go back to those
early years in Vail and Steamboat and Ft. Collins….
the days consumed with softball, barbeques, and trout fishing
with teammates and their parents
The pictures remind me that we’ve moved on….
that life is different now….but not nearly as rich
as when those photos were taken
just a few short years ago
Yes…..I’m reminded that although she rarely
walks through that door….
The ball remains in our court
to keep creating pictures and memories
to prove that we’ve moved on together
instead of drifting apart.
What You’re Saying