jagged mountain range
snow-softened, sunset blushing
i call you mine
driving towards you
my bus goes by your building
after we stopped seeing
each other i would look up
to see you, i’d call you mine
as we drove away
there’s always the bittersweet
green - hop oil in the air
the scent was mine but she wears it
she lives here more than i do
i drive away from there
my mountains
now i sit so i can’t see
choose my seat and keep
my head down, in a book
i will drive you out
of my mind
there are new mountains here
i’d like to call them mine
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