Back to the River

There's an old map in my glove box filled with creases and dust.

Do you ever go back to the place where we first fell in love?

I still hear you laughing through the rustle of the wind. Swimming in the

summer with the sun on your skin. That old truck radio played our

song too loud. You said forever like you meant it somehow. Fireflies dance when

the daylight died. And I still feel that river running inside. So I go

back to the river where the wild roses grow. Let the water

remember what my heart can't let go. Every ripple's a secret.