You took me to the place where you once lived,
Funny how things and places always look smaller.
We stood together briefly in the vestibule of that building
Surrounded by all those other solitary buildings, just like it.
On that sunny day in the south of Boston, you were mine.
The hot, sticky summer air held such a promise,
Yet on our return you quickly left me far behind.
I was stunned, not knowing where I was going.
Today, some years later, I sit back, reflect and ponder
Of what a life would have been like with you.
Was it because of the fact that you started smoking again?
Was it because the myriad of miles between us were just not for you?
I leaned softly against the cluster of mailboxes
In the apartment building where you grew up.
Just another old building in an even older city
And I muddle through another day without you, without your love.

11/01/2006

Posted on 11/01/2006
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