Loitering

Loitering
downtown 
phantom-like
by the 7/11
by the factory wall where we first met.

So many years,
never forgotten.

We embraced
kissed
then fell away.

We were kids.

Even now
it feels stolen.

I imagine calling you
from a knocked out telephone booth,
meeting you in the vacant lot
which once was occupied by the diner.

I imagine you,
as you were then, 
rushing up to greet me.

Loitering
downtown

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