I walk the cold streets
under the pocketed afghan
of night. Aimless wanderings
in an attempt to rid the insomnia.
Night after night of jaunts
through the sleeping town. Every
nook and cranny found, every Shortcut
traveled in a search to release
the memories of days and love lost.
trapped in my mind as my feet move
of their own accord. Trying to find the
Path back to the way it used to be.
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