do you

do you remember the first night
when I waited outside your apartment
we sat on the hood of my car
planning for nothing

do you remember our walks
coming back in the cold
we fell together

do you remember any of those nights
with pictures thrown around
of a summer we could talk about

or do you push them away
like a homeless man begging for change
holding a sign next to your car that reads
and you just stare straight ahead
praying the light turns green?

I was not the man on the corner
but I am now
I watched you drive away
and I remembered

that makes one of us

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