We got caught up in us,
never seen the train arrive.
So much of what we thought
came from our small lives.
Understanding
only two streets,
one stop light,
and the mountains.
Snow came late
and we missed it,
but we were okay.
Just getting by
on diner fries,
and take away.
We didn’t know
the nights were lonely.
all we ever had
fit into
a one bedroom apartment
with a southwest view.
I remember seeing my breath
and watching you exist.
The greatest miracle
God ever performed
was making you real.
My small town mind
was about to be exposed
to a whole world
outside my
simple fabrication.
Reality was waiting,
and I wondered
if you would wait, too.
I came back
to the mountains.
I realized
that those Rockies
were the only place
in the world
that felt like home.
You had moved on
and I thanked God
for freeing you from His arms.
We’ll catch up
at Christmas time,
and when your eyes
meet mine,
you’re gonna see
a whole world man,
that grew
from small town ground
Hope I see you around.
HG – 2021
