Contrails

We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
You have broken into me
You are the best kind of thief

The less we know
The more we seek

In these halls I take you in
The morning mint and your summer skin
I can read the books under your arms
In your eyes
Sleepless we wait to arrive
Only to leave

We're the undeveloped film
In tourists clothes
We're the keepsakes and souvenirs
Resting beneath the folds

These forgotten reminders
Are emblematic of everything
That we are and we will be
Or of almosts and could have beens

We just caught the tail end of a last call
You made it better for a short time
Standing in a long line

We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
The less we know the more we seek
Our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes
Of the richest thieves