We spoke of Paris at the park
that was there for us just as long as it’s not getting dark
you said you’re jealous of your mom
and that she once was all that you would not ever become
I loved your silence on the spot
as we looked as kids on behalf of something that they’re not
you said your sorry for your stash as we moved on
down at the park I was so goddamned ready
to fill the gaps that I reopened years before
you’ll be more than alone
and the better parts are only yet to come
and the wind whistled on and messed up your hair
as you just smiled along
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