dat poet boy

da other boy

dat one from da past

da poet, his name

it keeps apprearing too

like his name on the database,
 in my inbox, 

no not my inbox

actually the info inbox

at work

dat poet boy

he was a poet long before me

long before we

ever crossed paths

now, years later, his name

everday it appears before me

in the info inbox at work

that’s what happens, I guess

when all the shadows of your past

are high flyer, do-gooder

wanta change da world types

yeah, dat poet boy, 

I remember him- vaguely
just like I vaguely remember
that name on the database
I never see your face
anymore, anywhere
I never think about where
we could be...