Come Back BYT

Big yellow taxi

Please say this was the first note

In our joyous song

For the screen door slam

And look on your mother's face

Echo most (deeply/darkly)

This world felt lost

I believed it could not be

Is that why we've stayed?

I still squeezed your hand

While refusing to get in

And you rode away

Yellow turning orange

Then Red before you were gone

The time is crawling

These purple pink skies

Do their best to inspire

But always remind

Of time on the beach

A perfection eternal

But I lacked context

What is this bright blue?

Hope preserved and returning

"Listen." *click* *bing* *chirp*