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  • We walked,

    you and I,

    our footsteps

    echoes in the night.


    silent effigies

    holding hands.

    You spoke.

    I listened.

    You explained.

    I pleaded.

    We walked,



    Through pools of dirty light

    our gazes lingering

    on cracked tarmac


    We stopped.

    The irony

    not lost.

    To be back

    under that streetlight.

    Whose glare had once


    a boy kissing a girl.

    We stopped there

    for the longest time.

    Until your fingers

    slipped away.

    Your hand

    letting go of mine

    I waited.

    Under that light.

    Till the echo of your steps

    were consumed by the dark.

    Photo mine taken of street art by My Dog Sighs 2012.
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