Happy Place


You say it's the summer breeze and the smell of the sea
I say it's the spring day and the smell of Popeyes
The taste of pancakes and syrup haunts your lips,
Yet the taste of you dance on mine
Happy places change as time goes on
What once was the summer breeze,
is now spring bloom Park benches,
Hammocks, Long drives, and Popeyes
They dance across my lips like faint memories
Like pollen brushing across my lips,
you could reach out to me,
Pull me in for a sweet embrace just to let go
But I reach for you, like if my arms aren't long enough
I sit and wait by my window to see that red Doge roll in

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