That Sense..

Some years,

Are pure affection..

Some days,

There, Near, But oh far..

A sixth sense,

About being near..

But years,

Have they faded..

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Or Maybe..

Just across the street,

Lives a story..

An untold one,

Which had a meaning..

I walked in sun,

Let out some sweat,

But not a word,

That could comfort..

Just across the street,

Lives a story..

A long one..

But how to tell..

Its been so long,

So long ago..

That crossing paths,

Felt something..

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Roads..

That once,

Hustled..

Long for,

A honk, A noise..

Or just,

A whisper.. 

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