Did you do what you aspired to do
five years ago
when I passed you in the alley, in the cold
a time I hate so much to stop and chat
with the icy breeze blowing through my skin
whizzing by my ear
and you, talking slow as always
telling me what you aspired to do.
Did you do it?
I'd be happy for you either way.
I'd just be happier if you told me faster.
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