Her window looked out on North Church StreetnAn attic space overgrownnA photo-book of smiling friendsnRoad maps, New York, Los AngelesnHer walls are Mediterranean bluenHer baby sister picked the huenSaltwater taffy, Jersey shorenBlue like the fingernails she worennHer house is not far from the schoolnHer mom taught on the HudsonnHer dad's guitar sings open tunesnReverberates up through the floornOur love grew more one summer therenWe'd spend our days just driving roundnOld parking lots and neighborhoodsnAre framed and charmed in MoorestownnnI followed her across the EarthnThrough parks in London, coasts of PerthnNewport, Kentucky and New OrleansnWe shared a million lives it seemsnI slept with her so many nightsnWe moved together heavenlynSo close the North Pacific sleptnYou too were once beside mennShe moved away to WilliamsburgnHer eyes sad eye were wavingnMy thoughts will pause, my throat will swellnWhen her name is spokennAnd looking past the cold, long seanI cannot bear to wonder nownIf the cascading soft lightsnAre glowing for us in MoorestownnAre glowing for us in Moorestown