koa

this road has seen my wheels before,
these places are the same,
i can match each different memory
with a person or a name,

the time is always passing,
the songs still ring so true,
the first word and the last word
always make me think of you,

but you has changed so many times
i can't keep track of when,
or who i loved, or what i loved,
or why i loved back then.

-kb