Max Garcia Conover - Abigail for a While

abigail for a while

you remind me of seventeen
the lot where the snow drifted high
you remind me of deer season stillness
your father out late every night

you remind me of tiny fires
cold hands in loose tobacco
leaning in close to block the wind
you remind me of first match glow

i’ll believe in anything for a while

you told me the lake isn’t gonna freeze this year
we stood at the edge of the waves
i said abi it’s fine if you need to leave this here
i’ll come back and find it someday

you remind me of an orange hat
smelling like sweat and cold air
you remind me of shots fired
way out in the woods somewhere

i’ll believe in anything for a while

somebody’s calling you abigail
and for a while so was i
somebody’s calling you abigail
you remind me there’s no hunter like time