#mountainblues

It's already been a year since I've been away. You were supposed to be here, laying with me. Growing into this new town and new life.

I thought I was afraid before, who knew I'd miss you more. I miss our stupid little town, the one we couldn't wait to get out of. I miss the pier where we'd walk and talk about the future, our kids, how we'd remodel that old house on 6th Street, once we came back and settled down again.

But you didn't come. And you don't know about the mountains here or the walks I take alone. Or the talks I have when I'm at home. Or the tears for all that might have been. You don't know that I look for you when I'm out in town. Just in case. Just in case you decided to come around. I keep wishing that my tears are your tears too. That you'd feel the pang inside of you.

But the songs of the bayou sing your name. I used to know the song but the chords have changed. Memories fade, I know that they do. But if you ever do feel that pang inside of you : Think of me, won't you? And the feeling I call "Mountain Blues".