A Sunday of Echoes
This rainy Sunday
Walking on wet streets
Do we know where our hearts have been?
Have we put off too much now
Of ourselves to go back?
And how could we begin?
Hunger and cigarettes
And the trolley downtown.
Faces we’ll never see again.
If this seems true to you
Consider this:
We - I and you -
Are we too old now
For it to matter
Where our hearts have been?
2006-06-28
03:07:59
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