at the crossroads of mourning
do you grieve here often?
at the place where the river connected our sins
close my eyes to hear it better
i see ticking clocks with medic bags
aching gasps and breathless lungs
try to heal but my heart is too bruised
it’s so strange to see you here
wearing my albatross of shame
chain smoking yesterday’s regrets
as if that will take them away
how often do i hope you’ll linger
how many times have i wished you pain
as your city slowly suffocates me
this time i cannot run away
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