On wide pavement,
a couple of melancholic footprints,
watching all others fading
into existence.

Bridges and alleys were stripped off
of what they were here for—
Echoes and inscriptions were gone
with you.

Sometimes I wondered if
you had ever set foot into this place.
A dream seemed more real
than you being here once.

No one stopped
at red lights anymore
except for cobwebs and dusts
in those streetlamps.

© Gheeneil


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