One long road and a few turns away
they come down the carpeted stairs
pouring coffee as the sun rises
beside the jar they always filled with butterscotch.
I can't imagine it's there anymore,
I think it was just for me and I tried
a couple of times to visit in the afternoons.
The door's always open when I go by but I keep going.
They used to talk to him every day
over the fence between their backyards
so I lost them too so I keep going.
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