Back in the day
when we talked
like we were talking
and I offered you things like I meant them
because I really really did
I promised you a different life
in my two-bedroom apartment
in the South Bronx
with the filthy windows
in the industrial neighborhood
past the wrong side of the tracks.

I guess I didn’t think what a different life looked like
from here.

I thought I’d be saving you
but what I’d be saving you from
didn’t cross my mind so much.

I think that life you kept
has worked out pretty well for you
and the life you saved yourself from
was probably a wise choice as well.

The wrong side of the tracks
are still just that
and windows remain filthy.