I go back each week
to the place where Burr
shot Hamilton
and feel the vacancy
passed the building
where
she perched to smoke from her window
on to that stretch of
road
where I can see the New York skyline
spread out like a
feast
a road I took on a
bus as a kid
for this view even though
that bus took way longer to reach New York
than other buses did
the view worth the delay
then and even now
though her absence fills my head
when I come when I
look
out at the River from
the park
the world before me
like an oyster
she used to eat
I can't come here now and not miss her
even though her time was a painful one
and always will be
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