The streets
are asking for some kind of something
maybe they are
waiting for your return or
pretending you
are still here, laughing
through the
unbreakable glasses
you keep around
your eyes;
but those
familiar streets are lying,
not to me, but
to themselves
because I know
it is too early
to expect any of
your comebacks
since I've realized you haven't even left.
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