Atlanta...

That way the sun rolls over the hill to greet the morning.
That feeling that really, the world is so very small.
I'm on that midnight plane,
so restless like the air is thin and I can't get a full breath.
A million things run through my head,
least of all and most of all you.
I know the shape of your lips in the evening,
and when you go to bed.
Your stride when I race you to the swings,
slightly smaller to let me win.
The way your hair used to look when you rolled out of bed,
how your favourite colour changes from, in Winter blue, to in Autumn red.
I remember the touch of your hand on the small of my back,
our intertwined fingers in the back of the cab.
All of the city watching two people so in love,
The whole world waiting
as though it was meant to be just us.

That time we lay on the road to watch the stars,
I left with a leaf in my hair and love in my heart.
I never told you once, how I really felt.
My wall so high,
you needed to learn to fly.
But there wasn't enough time,
for us to really grow.
Now the seasons have changed,
our memories covered by the snow.