you are a new home
with old windows
a new city
and old feelings
i can imagine you
now, walking down
whatever street, hands
pocketed, against the fuzzy
cold, cursing at the blow
of growing up, i just wanted
to say, even though i’m not
really here, i’m still
here.
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