Sometimes while watching the weather repeat,
hot days with thunderstorms once again,
I find myself thinking about these many years.
Once I sat and spoke with you
on the Boulevard
while fascinated by the colors of the lights
and our conversation I recall
as a jumble of words.
I follow these fragments of memory
to the many places that I have been before.
I can taste these memories
like you were here with me now
but I have no idea where you reside now.
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