i can't even train downtown because it all belonged to us
every coffee shop,
every parking lot,
every concrete ledge we could sit on,
every pretty view.
we exploited and used.
it all belongs to what we used to be
and i can't even bring myself to do errands
because i can't set foot in the half of town where you told me
you loved me,
where we laughed
and you told me;
you said you would hold me --
when things got rough
.
.
.
we christened it with us
and tainted it with love.