You left a piece of yourself in my front door step.
Where a loquat tree grows, where my tears fell.
And you see,
Rain came just in time to wash a bit of us away.
It washed away all of you, that was left inside of me.

You left a piece of yourself in Harbor Drive
A restaurant that doesn’t exist anymore
And I thank God,
That worked out just fine.

There’s a lot of you in the streets of Downtown
Where Gaslamp’s trolley lead to your house
Where we ran all the way to Seaport Village,
To the house across Grape Street
From where you first said, you Loved me

And there’s a piece of you in every corner
Of my neighborhood, your neighborhood
I can’t go back to Chula Vista without wincing every time I pass your exit
In fact I can still see your bedroom every time I close my eyes.

No I can never do that.
You are all over
From where the beach stretched,
To the mountains of Cowles
To where the borderline finished,
To where we never got a chance to explore together.

You left a piece of yourself in me.
Where a flower still lies within.

You left a piece of yourself In my front doorstep.
Where my tears fell on a loquat tree
And the rain came just in time to wash us away
Only to grow what I couldn’t with you.

March 4, 2019.