I took a walk
When the city slept.
From my home to her dreams,
Barefoot.
From the corner of the street,
I picked some sweet memories
for her, if she doesn’t remember me.
I was at her door
my hand reached to knock,
I heard a voice sweet like a melody.
she was singing a song for him.
The song that was ‘ours’ once.
I stand there for a moment
then knocked the door,
Leaving those memories at her door
on the doormat.
I took a walk back to home
Barefoot.
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