Sad Old Street
that street where i
step now, was already mine,
but today is not ...
The scent I smell
it's not your perfume,
I easily understand ...
Your perfume has changed
of place ... is scattered
up in the air...
The street neon,
that once enlightened us
do not light my
destiny today...
I'm on the street
but the street is not
in me...
This street has already been
mine and yours ... now
is not ...
And we don't have us
anymore .
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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