Packing Up Memories

Music plays—familiar songs,
pulling my mind where it belongs,
to places old, to faces past,
to moments I once thought would last.

Railroad tracks and diner nights,
a music box, dim neon lights.
Quarter after quarter, that same old song,
laughing, pretending, before it went wrong.

No cares, no weight, just endless time,
no thought of fate, no uphill climb.
To sunset beaches, skies so wide,
falling in love—no need to hide.

Sipping coffee, cigarettes slow,
words like rivers, thoughts would flow.
Dreams were spun as the soft wind blew,
never once thinking I’d lose you.

This was before the tides had turned,
before reality left us burned.
They say the heart runs deep, untold,
love never dies, though lies grow old.

Still, in sunsets, love survives,
and in sunrise, hope revives.