

I yearn to forgetI walk down your old street With a tense feelingI yearn to forget
Starting in my stomach And working its way to my mind
The last time I saw you was here It knocks the wind out of me
To see that house With its crooked porch
Below your window The slanted stairs
I last watched my grandpa battle with
That unpaved driveway crumbling
Down to the street That we parked on
And every time I opened the car door Smack into the tree
Carrying boxes up
Three flights in a narrow Dim lit hall
Three rooms unkempt Uncom
and welcome to DA
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