Here's where we left off,
leaving the streetlight in the red
letting the moths encircle the vapor bulbs
--------burning their wings
--------& falling to their death.
This cold corner is draped with the neon glow
of the pharmacy sign,
and the air
laden with the smell of the bakery at dawn-
--------I breathe in
-------------I slowly breathe in,
While the moments of millions still linger
ours no more special than the last-
only different
only remembered just a bit more vividly,
just a bit more real every day I'm not here...
right where we left off,
waiting
for the light to turn green.


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