Distant Memories and Familiar Footsteps

As I wandered through the backstreets, twisting and turning as one road met another. I ended up somewhere I had been many times before.

A place that I shared with you. Over and over again.

How can a place that was once so full feel so empty? There used to be meaning here and now it's just memories. Fading as I pass it by on my walk.

It hurts, but sometimes I let myself reminisce about the old days. I let my mind dwell and the anxiety build and when I’ve reached my max, I let it go like a weight I can no longer bear.

Although I let my mind and body remember you, I never stop walking. I can’t get caught up in such a moment. Because to stop would be too close to moving backwards and there’s nothing back there for me.

Not you, not them. Nothing there would feel like it used to and I don’t need to cross the street to know that. You’re just a person I used to know and now we’re walking this earth with a broken piece of one another still inside us.