new york was blonde
the skies were pale and the hudson
chilled my body but refreshed
and all the people
spoke like frostbite
and pushed like glaciers.
but all their faces made me forget
yours, and times square lit up my face
more than you ever could.
tennessee was brunette,
burning asphalt and sun-kissed tourist towns
this is where i found myself
in bookstores and tacky restaurants.
there are pieces of my heart still
pieces you never loved.
wisconsin is an ombre
where my roots show
but the world has still
you did not hold this summer captive
like the last two.
it lived in road trips