on moving away

i would not say i am neighborly

but always sit around for cigarettes and tea

and i might say what seems according

those patterned conversations, i breathe

on porchways, we speak the realest life

the weather that is warming, how it poured during the night

old friends, and college stories, the times that arent quite right

but i wouldnt say im neighborly at all

and i can look to a good neighbor, with their preprogrammed nature

and i can laugh when they would, i could have that spark in their eyes

but i would rather sit quietly, talk about the stars and their skies

and share cigarettes, under porch light nights

im not neighborly

we will all move, somewhere, sometime

and its fair to assume, we wont remember eachother's lives

but im glad you sat with me, and talked tonight