song for the restless

There was a girl with golden hair

Who used to sit in front of me 

As I took the train home

And she would sing, “What about Angels”

And now I think to myself

As I stare at the empty seat ahead of me,

As I smoke my last cigarette,

“They already gave us up.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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