Her window looked out on North Church Street
An attic space overgrown
Her photobooks of smiling friends

Road maps, New York, Los Angeles

Her walls are Mediterranean blue

Her baby sister picked the hue
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore
Blue like the fingernails she wore


Her house is not far from the school
Her mom taught on the Hudson

Her dad's guitar sings open tunes
Reverberates up through the floor


Our love grew more one summer there
We'd spend our days just driving round
Old parking lots and neighborhoods

Our framed and charming Moorestown

I followed her across the earth

Through parks in London, coasts of Perth
Newport, Kentucky, New Orleans
We shared a million laughs it seems


I slept with her so many nights
We moved together heavenly

So close the North Pacific slept
You too were once beside me


She moved away to Williamsburg
Her eyes sad as a raven
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell

When her name is spoken

And looking past the cold, long sea

I cannot bear to wonder now
If the cascading soft lights
Are glowing for us in Moorestown

Are glowing for us in Moorestown