Trees bend back
And I am summer rain
Steaming in sun baked sidewalks
Walking dirty streets
Eyes watch through tattered curtains
These roads are unfamiliar
Lonely and ominous
Heels catch cracks and stumble
I miss soft hand entwined in my own
You choose another path
Another hand
And now my dreams are dirty
Like these streets
Windswept and violent
Four years and I still wear these scars proudly
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