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  • We walked,

    you and I,

    our footsteps

    echoes in the night.




    Walked,

    silent effigies

    holding hands.




    You spoke.

    I listened.

    You explained.

    I pleaded.


    We walked,

    you,

    I.


    Through pools of dirty light

    our gazes lingering

    on cracked tarmac

    underfoot.


    We stopped.


    The irony

    not lost.


    To be back

    under that streetlight.

    Whose glare had once

    illuminated,

    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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