time is but a sweet memory

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Here’s a little poem that one day might become a song. It’s about my best friend and I escaping to Florida from the cold, very (VERY) last minute. I remembered our time in Florida when we got home and it felt like it was a dream, so fleeting and friendly, SO fleeting I almost missed it before we left. It made me think, I often focus so much on making the most out of my moments but when I forget the moment, and stay present, the mere idea of time slips away and the moments create themselves.


seven days,
then we’re on a plane.
headed to somewhere
warmer than this place.
i guess we missed the sun
a little too long.

stuffed a backpack
full of knick-knacks,
me and my pal
away for a while,
if we don’t miss it
maybe we won’t come back.

underneath the warmth of the south.
hiding down deep
salted air stuck in our hair and our mouths.
we start to believe
being present is all we need
and time
is but a sweet memory.

homemade pancakes.
history being made.
smiling at everyone we see.
living in our swimwear,
skin tainted red,
and our feet are bare

try to get us to care
’cause we don’t.

underneath the warmth of the south
salted air sticks to our hair
and the music is way too loud.
we start to believe
being present is all we need,
and time
is but a sweet memory.

it’s just you and me
and the sun has come along.
we can’t see
it now
but we’ll miss this day
tomorrow.
one day we’ll see the truth
if we create time we’ll never lose
but for now,
the secret is safe with me.

underneath the warmth of the south.
hiding down deep
salted air sticks to our hair
and our mouths.
we start to believe
being present is all we need,
and time,
is but a sweet memory.


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