the stroll

you’re walking alone these
monotonous streets
the streets that we used to walk together
leaving our footsteps laying
in the grey sediment of the sweet self pity

you’re kicking the rusty garbage cans filled with leftovers of hope away
the cans that are still standing in the street corners
and dreaming about being emptied
by the department of sanitation

you’re skipping over the puddles
reflecting your monochrome dreams in the silent retrospective
your shade is awkwardly following you, barely keeping up behind you

so do
I

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