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Going, Too

It isn’t hard to
believe I’ll breath softer
in another state
when I’m aimlessly
wandering this exhausted town

that Saturday
was just too sad

So we went to Rookie’s for
a couple drinks that stretched into
hours of talk about
anywhere else

A piece of earth
we’ve never driven to work on
Fresh streets glistening
without our footprints

Do you think it
would all be better
with a different address
written under your name?

Or if you could gaze into a crowd
and not see those people you no longer
want to?