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the yard - still growing
the chair - still rusting

you miss all the things
you didnt understand
like the boy with gapped
teeth who always smiled
even if the weather was shit
ceaselessly raining
spitting down his back

you miss all
the avenues and signs
warning of “no outlet”
or just the feeling of
turning around

you miss the children
you grew up with
and the way their dreams
sounded in the basement
sleeping bags
and all

“man,” you say, “I don’t feel right nothing feels right why do we fight over stupid things are you sorry about that like I am?”