For Lauren Miller

The Laurel wreaths are leaving us
But only for a while
For if you look up at night
You will never feel alone
You will be under the same starry sky.

Alma mater

She spat me out
because she never loved me
I loved her.
I loved her stony silences
and her long long walks

I loved my pride
for I was a part of her

She let me down with blood
thorns
the cold, the cold

But I let her down even more.

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I take back my apologies
I take back my care
Oh to shoot me down
wouldn't you just dare?

But now I am telling you my dears
I am burying all my fears

I give up trying to make you like me
The Googler will never say sorry

or write such bad verse as this one.