And in that moment
I thought it would last
But truth won
Because nothing that good
Could stay for that long
And after that year
We went our separate ways
We never took photos
So all we had in the end
Were the memories we shared
That we stored away deep in our hearts
Locked away until
The same spark broke out again
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
[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–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
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