Only the other day
We passed by your old residence
On the Golden Heights hill
The window's open as it always did
But we found no longer cats sitting
On the yellow window sill
And no more the family of Niceley
In the view
Realized then
It's already another life-era in The Past
The times we have always enjoyed the best
A memory we shall always cherish the most
So we rolled on
While the fog's rolled in
Onto the curvey Ortega Avenue
Thinking
Perhaps one of these days
We too will move on out of the scene
And be missed
By the ocean view
Before we are swallowed raw
Into the misty field
And become another displaced few
For the fill.
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