[Poplar Leaves]

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Alternative Rock
Mid-2000s Indie Rock, driving upbeat tempo, rhythmic acoustic guitars, distorted electric guitar riffs, punchy bassline, energetic acoustic drums, passionate male lead vocals, breathless delivery, bittersweet vibe, major key, fast 140 BPM

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[Lyrics]

The soil holds its temperature
Three inches under the frost
I dig my nails into wet clay every April
Counting four distinct shades of green on poplar leaves

You said wait right here where the saltwater hits
Before your knees grew past the garden gate
I keep the roots trimmed so they do not choke

Thinking maybe your voice is still trapped in the fence wire
My sweater smells like fertilizer and cold rain
I talk out loud to the fence posts now
(Are you listening)

Seven annual blossoms on the wild perennial stem
Each petal measures how far your train pulled away
I am still standing in the exact same footprint

Hoping your memory has not molted into someone else
The sea salt eats through the iron latch on the shed
I paint over rust like it makes time stand still
Did you learn to laugh in a different key over there
Do you still check your pocket for smooth grey pebbles
I saved three in an old tea tin

Just in case you forgot what this beach felt like
The wind pulls poplar leaves across my boots
My throat aches from speaking to empty space
(Do not forget me)

Eight springs rotting into fertilizer under my boots
I track your absence by the thickness of tree bark
If I stop weeding this patch of ground
The weeds will erase where we used to sit
Maybe you forgot the promise before you reached the highway

Maybe you grew up into a clean slate with zero weight
While I stay tethered to the tide and rot
I wave at ships that never stop at this shore
(Never stop here)
Hoping one carrying your habit will turn around

Nine years of purple petals falling on wet stone
The earth keeps turning whether you return or not
I refuse to move my feet off this spot
Because if you come back I need to be right here

(Under the poplar leaves)
The green keeps coming back
(Still standing here)
I stay right here