Spent time far away,

spent your days lost in grey

and wishes I suppose

mean nothing when

they're tossed away.

And your form and your face,

like some place that I knew

still return to me now.



Oh well, I suppose

I've gone beyond

caring for those

who think like you.

And yes, I suppose

you were that way.

And yes, I suppose

I came to find...



All the way

to Boylan Heights-

How are you?

All the way but not today

they came looking for me.

All the way down to the park

and I never saw you there.