Nothing lives here anymore
Nothing remains
We all grew up
And went our own ways
And nothing is left to prove we
Ever were there
Your bike was given to your little brother
Who has the same teacher as we both once did
All those years ago
And the boy that lived down the street from us
Has found other ways to cope with his feelings
We no longer see each other everyday
We don't ride the same bus
And we don't get up in the morning running to catch it
We don't walk down the hall together
Or even say hi anymore
Nothing from when we were younger remains
Now it's just a story we both tell our friends
You're in military school now
And I've moved away
And to me you're just a fadded memory
Of someone I used to know so well
And I hope that you think about me
Like I do once and a while
When the mornings grow cold
And the nights comfort me
Deep down I know I'll never forget you
Cause if I do I'll forget a part of myself too
Nothing remains
More by meandpaul
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The dog at the end of my street
There's a dog that sits at the end of my street,
He snarls his teeth when we walk,
He barks with his eyes wide open,
With his eyes full of rage and love. -
Letter to Tony Bourdain
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
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What is left
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
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