The Lost City of Nanda Parbat

This skin
It used to cling to me
Like a young love
Like a shirt outgrown
Now when I move it's not a simple thing
All creaks and shadows of a former grace
I want to run but i don't have the breath
Senses are dull but I remember the taste
Of you that summer like a lucid dream
The light reflected off the tv screen
Your mother's living room we made our plans
But we never stood a chance

When I used to run
A fire in my bones
The burn let me know
I was building something
Now I'm laying down
So selfish and free
But I'm not the person I thought I'd be

All those parts of me you cared about never died
They just pack up and leave
I get their baggage in the mail sometimes
When they get lost in between flights
So now I'm boarding a train
With a map pieced together from
Postcards
Luggage tags
And itineraries
I'll pull myself together
And when I arrive
New lines on my face
From the sun and the road
And the spray of the ocean
You'll say
"There you are
Sweet boy
Just the way I remembered"