...and counting...

7/09/2005

 
For Cara

when i was young
and you were younger
you were my love
over the summer

when camp ended
i got your number
i called it once
and that was awkward

i had held you
in high regard
then our summer
became like a birthday card

that goes down to the bottom
of a keepsake drawer

i had to read your signature
and i still wasn't sure
just what it was
or even who you were

for a long time
i said it was your fault
but where does fault lie
when state lines cut across

and afterall
we were only seventeen
i couldn't have expected
that you'd run away with me

i had held you
all summer long
and you showed me
that i could be strong

this could never change
not even with a phone call
you can't steal from summer
to afford the fall

when i was young
and you were younger
you were my love
over the summer

and this is how
i will remember

i will hold you
in high regard
i'll hold you by the edges
like a near mint baseball card

yes, this is how
i will remember you
our love was only seasonal
but you proved it could be true

i need to thank you
i should have long ago
thanks for sharing with me summer
and to fall for saying "no"