THIS GATE
Here.
This place
this corner
this has always reminded me
of home
your home
the place you grew up
a place I have never seen.
This has always been
in my eye
the touchstone to a past
I cannot recall
a life you had before me
but I always imagine
full of details.
This wall is where you played catch.
This gate is where you climbed.
This man sold you ice cream
until he offered it
few strings attached
to his 'best little customer.'
So much you lived
so well you patrolled these streets
or so I see
in my inner eye
when I think of a past
your past
that I cannot recall
but desperately wish to.
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