I crossed the street to see your eyes,

the light kept the ashen grey peace

I imagined the day I had gone away,

I wondered when that might ever …

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We cannot decide what we haven’t

ever believed to be our own way,

if we continue to pine away the sweet

dreams of someone we knew …

~

the other day I crossed the street

to find you were no longer waiting,

there. I thought about that for a time,

I’d imagine would elsewhere, compare …