I can see it again
That place
On the highway
I've been here before
It's bittersweet, this remembering
Like remembering the smell
Of a summer
Long forgotten
I've been here before
But this ain't gonna stay
‘Cause it's past, gone, good-bye
And I can't revive it
Because it's that sweet tune
that you just can't seem to remember
it's that taste of popsicles
in a hot summer
long ago
long forgotten
It's that record that's too scratched
to play again
but the haunting tune
spills out anyway
and unknowingly
dances by your ear
That place
On the highway
I've been here before
It's bittersweet, this remembering
Like remembering the smell
Of a summer
Long forgotten
I've been here before
But this ain't gonna stay
‘Cause it's past, gone, good-bye
And I can't revive it
Because it's that sweet tune
that you just can't seem to remember
it's that taste of popsicles
in a hot summer
long ago
long forgotten
It's that record that's too scratched
to play again
but the haunting tune
spills out anyway
and unknowingly
dances by your ear
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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