You live in sepia on old walls
that define venerated spaces
You wipe sweat from your lip
with your tie and an earnest look.
A long memory’s unforgivable
but monuments last forever.
Did the sun shine hot on your hair
In the spring, and did you stay
To spite a chair that waited
In a close-crowded room
When your mind was earnest
And look, undecided?
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