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by Bodee
Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #1639678
Things change. People leave.
Sidewalk Cracks


I used see love in the sidewalk cracks
On 51st street
Shaded by the towering oaks
The memories of thousands of feet
Strolling down the lane
Hand in hand
Now I look down
To an empty hand.

I used to see love in the overgrown ivy
Left to its own design
Painting the brick fa├žade with life
Grasping, clinging, climbing
Giving life to the houses
Side by side
Now they are decayed
Abandoned.

I used to see love in the faces of strangers
Passing by
Hurrying to nowhere
Without a care
A constant hum to sing along with
Now silence
I can’t hear them now
I won’t hear them now.

I used to feel life like a possession
To be treasured
Held in my hand, fragile and precious
Now it’s bruised
Painful to the touch
Fading
I watch it fall from my touch
Fall from my hand
To be crushed into the sidewalk cracks.
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