TOUR GUIDE
The hills are anthems
and I’m the expert.
That’s the high school that’s the bar
that’s the feeling.
Or is it all too crowded
to see.
But the mountains only come out
once you’re gone.
They’ll never
forgive me for thinking
they’re mine.
For me, this poem perfectly captures the feeling of loving and leaving a place/person and not knowing where to place possession anymore. I love it.
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