a tree doesn't grow in brooklyn
"A Lonely and Expensive Cab Ride Home"
The symmetry of your face--
I can't say goodbye
Because I didn't say hello.
Every time I see you
Your hair looks different.
On my way home
To a bed
With pillow cases full
Of old T-shirts.
Eyes down
Past the Barclays Center.
You're too tall of a man
To forget.
--
I can't call my parents because they are on vacation in Ireland. At least being in your twenties is easier than the potato famine.
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