Sunday, September 19, 2010


Oh, my old, forgotten town,
I was just fine hating you.
Wasn't missing you at all.
Then you send me love notes
before I leave to come see you --
just wanted to say goodbye,
it's over, and be on my way.

Now here I am in your bed, naked.
I drink the chill from the river;
you smoke.
For breakfast we'll cook the meat
of our memories.
I'll dress and leave.

But when I go and find myself
in the arms of another place,
I may all the while
compare it to you --
my old, forgotten town.

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