Do the old ones vanish
When the new ones come?
The guy with the bar replacing
The girl with that place to eat
With me taking my place
In this line of chicks
Desperately following
This trail of feed,
Only to be replaced
By someone new
Maybe more than one
Since so much time
Has passed
Since I had my share.
What happens to the old ones?
Do we evaporate
Into thin air?
Or do we take a number
And wait our turn
For her to get back to us,
Knowing down deep
She never will,
Can’t, must not,
Needs to concentrate
On the here and now,
When the past is the past
To forget about.
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