My dear friend Sam is graduating High School early to go backpacking. I will miss his presence greatly, as I feel that he has made a positive impact like a meteor directed at my heart. The first time I hung out with him we went to the Audubon on the last blissfully warm day of fall (pictured).
I was listening to "the Park" by Feist today, and it reminded me of this experience.
Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him, but no, you did not
It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you
Not he who would know where in London to find you
A sadness so real
That it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past
There's hope to have
The past
Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him, but no, you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth
Why would you think, the boy would become
The man who could make you sure he was the one
the one
my one
my one...
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