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Empty Echoes
East Street empty,
my heels clicked and clacked
atop the bricks.
Echoing down alleys and
off walls, the sound filled
my ears…and his.
Moonlit gazes we shared as the whispering wind carried me to him…
fallen leaves crunched underneath my feet.
With a sweet smile and a soft “hello” the smells grew sweeter, time grew slower.
Hand in hand, our story engraved itself within these city streets.
Two nickels he paid that night?
for what we thought was solely a silent film…a priceless, pure love blooming.
With each autumn evening
new streets echoed the sound of our hearts becoming one…
and like street lights, love illuminated the dark.
But as time passed, the sound of the streets grew louder…
panic arose in the city and in our hearts?
wartime headlines now a reminder of the distance between us.
The moon melancholy,
and smells less sweet,
our story has ended…
East Street empty,
my heels click and clack
atop the bricks, as they had the night we met.
A now emptier sound echoing…
filling only my ears.
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