Though I’ve wandered,

now too many roads-

Where is it you go?

This question I know,

at best be it droll,

but over and over,

I still have to know-

Do you wonder as I,

when you see the night sky,

do you still see the landmark

we had claimed our as own

all those many years ago?

Yes we’re over I know,

beneath rubble, beneath roads-

A rusty swingset, that sits in old yards-

A trapper keeper that sits in old boxes-

A yearbook, that’s caked shut in dust.

But I cannot unsee the star we took.


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