I have parked here since
Two thousand and seven
I can see the college dome
Where we went for coffee
Sometime around eleven
Behind me the wine bar
They opened their doors
On the day I was leaving
Beside hopes and dreams
We cleared out a space
To endow the grieving
I might tell of winter
Mornings, of catching
New light at the dawn
Specify all the reasons
That make these lives
We live our very own
Ahead of me now stand
The railings, prescribed
In, and as, circular motion
Names of not so famous
War heroes, who gave and lost
Their life, without a notion
Of the purpose of dying so
Cheaply, whereas I remember
To try and love you so deeply
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