real west
periodic poetry
11.14.2010
Places And Faces
I remember places. I’m a cab driver, that’s what we do. Remember places, sometimes faces, I wish I could forget yours. Not an option. So be it. I was a soldier once a long time ago. Soldiers endure. Some things are tougher than others.
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