Going v. Leaving
a month after leaving boston it hit.
It hit how sad it has been to leave my neighborhood.
I left the guys at Cafe belo, nice smiles, some portuguese some spanish. chocolates, it was almost like cheers... where they always know your name.
I also left the wierdos at campco. it was nice that they were giving out free bobby pins for commencement.
I left the comfort of kenmore square. bookstore, tanning, t stop, everything. The comfort I refused to leave during junior and senior year.
I left the t.
I left the Kenmore t stop stairs that flooded.
I left debbie and sheila of the IR dept. I left them coffee though.
I left park street, venu, embassy (the old days), rumor , the bouncers i knew.
I left starbucks at smg and the gsu.
I left every spanish speaking worker in shelton dining hall.
I left el cafetal. and its home delivery.
I left the best and most beautiful block in the world.
I left five floors of barnes and noble.
I left loretto and all its people.
I left four rooms, 3 buildings,7 roomates along the way.
I left the nice security guards.
I left the cold. I was thought that would make me happy. But I think I got used to it. After four years I learned how to deal with it and the science of layers.
I left my 8th floor river view of the charles.
I left Marlborough st. the other perfect street in boston.
I left being able to walk everywhere. in rain. in sun. in snow. in sleet. in wintry mix.
and it will never be same.
Don't Burn the Day Away
The Best is Still to Come
-DMB Pig-