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By Abogada Submitted by abogadalbny Date: 2007 Feb 17 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.17.19.54.32755]] |
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But I didn’t stop you that day And by the time you sought me again Years later It was too late. I was speaking broken Spanish and Dreaming of representing illegals And salsa dancing And drinking tequila in Mexico And you were Already knee deep in life in What was once the little town That held me prisoner. You made a life there Just like you said you would. And you knew that night As I did That I could not go home again. Instead I went confidently in the direction of my dreams Just as Thoreau begged of me And I left. Forever loveless-- Godless. Writing poetry to a life I once lived With you. |