Lost and Found
In the chords of Kozelek,
I played away the sting—
The hurt of freshly wounded love,
On old metallic strings
And in the songs of Witmer,
My mind tried to erase
The things my heart could not forget—
The visions of her face
For I remembered what we had,
And all that could have been;
The day I drove away, I knew
I would return again
Though thirteen years have come and gone,
And we have grown and changed,
I’ve found again the love I lost,
And with her heart I’ll stay.
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