i'm walking down your street again, you moved
curtains gone and windows glinting pitch black
still i feel your call on sidewalk shoe-grooves
warm and drenched with icicles, all click-clack
i pass your old stoop tenderly goodbye
i won't sit down and reminisce tonight
i'll keep on walking home, and then i'll cry
and set the tendrils we had wed alight
a potion doth not lose its pith unless
ingredients have lost their sense of trust
i drink the medicine and clean my dress
it doesn't matter that the spoon is rust
i'll swig from vase alone and wipe my mouth
committing to the life i'm making south
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