now we are other places.
now we are other people.
just another case of love under those lights.
not a day goes by
that I don't day dream of those nights;
we were just New York kids
trying our best to be brave.
we had songs.
now we have stories.
let's not regret.
let's not forget.
we will live on.
in other dreams.
always existing.
in poems and patterns of smelly evenings.