Nostalgia

Driving by
That place,
A quaint little field,
In the middle of a quiet subdivision,
Near the local high school,
The night of July 3rd,
After the fireworks,
We drove there,
Where you kissed me on my lips
Where you kissed me on my forehead
You took my hand
You laid with me
On the back of your car
We watched the stars
We spoke
Words
You told me amazing things,
And I told you the things,
I never thought
You could understand
But you did
Or so
I thought

We laughed
We enjoyed the company
Of the fireflies
Dancing in the tall grass
We breathed in the cool, humid, sweet summer air
Filled with questions and fears,
Feeling the paranoia run across our skin,
Leaving goose bumps.
Not knowing
What the future holds.
Or at least
I didn't

You told me things
I didn't expect to know
And you showed me things
I didn't expect to see
I learned so much from you and
About you that
I thought this would have to last.
There was no way that it couldn't..
But I was completely and utterly mistaken,
It turns out.

So driving by
That place
Yes
It hurts
Pangs in my chest
It burns my throat
Stings my lips
Scorches my hands
And I want to cry
Because I know
Nothing will be the same
With you
Ever again
But I don't miss you
Necessarily
I just miss
What we had
And how we loved