My Antonia

I imagine you in a place wide open and beautiful,
Where the sun sets wildly over the horizon,
In the moment you learned we can't concentrate on everything,
Though it breaks your heart as strongly as you'd like to
These sun bleached memories see you stand on the beach beside the ocean,
Underneath the clouds above the badlands
I see your picture like a stillframe standin' strongly beneath the sun,
When it was you, me and no one but the ghosts we shared
There was always talk, we could have lived without it,
Though we had come to doubt it, always surrounded by it
And for whatever lost, there were a hundred things we learned
To the point of no return we would stand by it
And I imagine you like all that's pure left in America,
The canyons and, the Niobrara river
Though in the moment you learned we can't concentrate on everything,
You will always be my Antonia Shimerda