Week 7

You say,

In the summer, we are going to your house by the lake

You said it last night

Feels to me seasons already went by

If you know my name

Self-sabotage and impatience,

Is that still something you would say?

I asked you to picture the cottage, the lake, the woods, the air, the ride,

I want to be prepared.

When you drift away and never will come that day

At least I had the lake,

I know the lake,

I am drawn to the lake,

in your eyes.

          --Lake in your eyes