Albany , I must leave

Leave behind Wolf Road,
along I 87 onto the East,
Hear those Dutch retreads,
Your footsteps, nimble repeat,
Travelodge’s long corridor, echoed,
every oak leaf of your hum, relayed,
pine bushes your songs, murmured,
every purchase at colonie was beloved
At Barnes and Nobles, it was rave intellect,
sale at every window offered, as we parted,
Except love which cannot ever be discounted,
Darker fears kept regal emptied,
long quietude, so longingly intimate,
i really wish i stayed through this fate,
in reality, i have left and accepted it for good.


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