I walked past the store and saw some carnations
Thought of how frustrating it is
That you and me don’t share enough about ourselves anymore
Or really as much as I’d like to
And I felt on that dazzling Spring day
The most bitter of delights
The midpoint between wanting to be in your presence
And wanting my own independence
And I’m sure that won’t come out right
I left my doubts in Virginia
At Smith Mountain Lake
Where the mountains cascade to the water
And I come up for air, crisp and smooth
Forever thinking of you
Forever drowning in you
And it’s glistening
