I rode
Down your street
The other day.
It’s always
Going to be
Your street,
Even though
You’re trying to pull yourself
Out of here
And into somewhere else
(and doing
A good job).
I glanced down
The bank
At the culvert
And memories flood back
And echo through my head
Like we’re back
Standing in that dark tunnel.
Your sandbox
Is still in your yard
And your house
Is still yellow.
These facts
Make me happy.
I bet
90% of you
Doesn’t care.
The TV neighbors
Seem perfectly nice
To me
And my now-rational brain
But I’ll always believe you
And the you that told me
They were mean
And stayed up late
Every night.
What if
Someday
That’s you?
Your grandparents
Are still there
And I now know
The inside of their house
Because of my mom,
Not from when we
Were best friends.
Earth
Is a planet
Full of chaos
And destruction
And litter.
But I hope
That if we ever blow up
And our pieces drift into deep-space
Mars misses Earth.
I miss Earth.
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