Madison

If we could've stayed at seventeen

Would you still feel in between,

Or would your mind have guided you to peace with everything?

Would you've still gone to live on that lake?

The one that freezes over on the first winter day

Or would the Midwest wind have carried you back home to stay?

I wish you could've first handedly seen these pines

The green of the leaves tell me to think of your eyes

But since you've been gone the sound from the pines have died

What if I had been more honest with you,

Would you have thought it was the truth?