on that note

I remember
Our car rides down the BQE
Back and forth
Between the B and the Q,
Windows down
Taking in the breeze
Taking in new glimpses
Of this city
Building a new image
Of this place
We call
Home

Walks along the Brooklyn promenade
Late
On summer nights
Our dreams,
Bait,
Fastened to a hook
And thrown over the harbor
Into the east river
Searching for the right catch.
We stared into the distance
Of our futures
And found
Hope
With each other.

I remember
Yesterday.
And it is
Not today.

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