like the old town
Even when the miles are many,
I feel like I’m still around….
Where people are not perfect, but real. These people who shaped me and call me one of their own. We speak as if in mid-conversation, even though it’s been years.
The junior high sits empty but the memories remain. Takes me back to those autumn nights. Hometown bleachers packed real tight…
Those who never left may not understand. Or maybe they knew all along.
I breathe it in, hold it inside and take it with me.
In everything seems to happen to music.~