O, love: what life will give today
It just as surely takes away,
Like angel-grass and cones of snow,
And places that we used to go.

Then memories, like little hands,
Reach out, into the hinterlands;
They try to build the world anew
Out of the painful residue

Of what was once, but is no more.
A road, a school, a candy store:
A place you stopped in days gone past,
To get a snack, and watch your dad

Pump gas