Still Here

Winter always winds around too fast
And the treasure is always found much too soon
Yet when I wait for the right moment
I’m always much too late

The river carved a canyon
A dormant volcano destroyed a village
Before I had the courage to say
We have something good here

The regrets were first out of the gate though
A false start for a sprint
You didn’t think to pause either
Just took her hand and ran with it

It’s a bittersweet smile for you

But it’s still here if you need it.

Little Ginge x


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