Patience met Trust

At Rubio and H(e)art

On the corner

Of a shady cul-de-sac.

I can still feel them there

When I’m beginning to wear

And suspect that I am no match.

But as Time curves to tend

And past ignores End,

I strain to hear what they have to say.

Then a float vision blurs

And a thought reoccurs:

They never went that far away.