Are there stale gummy bears where you go?
Made Pink and Gold with Dom Perignon
And filled with memories and ghosts of love long gone
Are there bubbles of champagne
Made of late nights
And filled with laughter and bad white boy dance moves
Unpaid tabs and Spanish better left unsaid
Is there the moon where you go
Not the everywhere moon,
But that Moon that feels like cold nights
a world locked in darkness, blanketed in
snow and ice
The moon that looks in on you as you snuggle in bed,
wide awake when you should be sleeping
Because there is someone who wants to talk to you from far away, keeping you awake
Are there bars with Hitachino on tap
Made with dirty poker tables and an awkward DJ booth
Filled with the sound of skateboard wheels on a
cramped wooden ramp, the ATM in the hall,
the smell of sweat and bad choices, punk rock
memories and too much -ness. #Brooklyn
Are there perfect days
Warm days
Walking all over
Being together
“Market Research”
We called it
And us
Is there an us where you’re going?
Is there this history we’ve made
The memories and the metaphorical house we’ve built
That makes our relationship real
It’s ups and downs and fights and
Everytime we came out stronger in the end
When you leave me holding this bag of things
Made of us
Do I throw it away too?
