I hear it now

the road turns slow past the fields

stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed

i lean forward in my seat holding my breath

because there you are

just past the trees

the air tastes like honey and promise 

sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

the sky drips blue 

stretching wider every afternoon 

Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.