Only trace was sand

~Where you are now is just where you are, right now.

There’s many more minutes even after the sunsets.

And remember the other path that day before your great disease

There’s branches and thorns that grew to form a barricade.

Let’s skip back with your machete

Cut it down to find your clearance way

~Remember that day your father peeled out in the van

An act of means to resolve the fighting

Living in separate homes but relaying messages, that rang

To cutting the whole house with their words…

No hugs when no one was by your bedside

& You and your sister lost your faith in love

~It was a beautiful day for a day in New Jersey

So we drove 30 miles to the Atlantic ocean.

And the seagulls were flying

But stuck- in the stagnant motion, it seemed

You said this isn’t the kinda place for me.

Well this isn’t the place for you either

So after the boardwalk we ran to the car

And though we were lost, staring blankly at street signs for hours

The car was waiting right where we left it

By the quaint house with the reddest flowers

These are the times and these are the changes

A puzzle of events to rearrange

And there’s pieces still that you can discard all the same

Wrap them tightly, out the window

Sometimes the picture’s better off this way~