I walk the streets with a somber pace
looking down at the broken sidewalk
each long crack
each fault
outlining a moment in my life
like a twisted map of my being spread out for all to see
the rain falls
silent
like each mournful tear that has ever clouded my vision
the wind catching them and throwing them on my face once more
forcing me to re-live the pain
The buildings towering overhead like omnipresent guardians
their monsterous figures filtering me through their veins below
The glowing white eyes of the speeding cars
people inside speeding to their penultimate stops
I see couples holding each other close under an umbrella
trying to prevent the sorrow from touching their love
stepping into puddles of collective dreams I walk home
this city is alive
buzzing like a beehive aggitated by a hungry bear
this city entrances me in its gloom
yet I let it hold me
this city
the open book of a million signatures
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