Postcard #16

April 18th, 2015

Worrying about a close friend
Going through a horror movie
Behind every corner
Lurks another heartbreaking story
We go out one evening
Our heads so low we don't notice our surrounding
Staying out until the morning
While the world outside's been transforming
And the trees at Iron Square
Have detonated overnight
A nuclear explosion of pink and white

Burger King is still open
We get fries and eat them by the river
A lonely, little fishing boat
Breaks the water, shining like a mirror
Gothenburg has been romanticized
So much that it's hard to still to love it
Give me just one of these nights
And I promise that I'll speak none of it

One single spring night
Can change you more than all the world's literature
But a spring night cannot be reproduced at whim
So let this night remind you
Let this night change you
Come sit with me by the window sill

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