it's not
the same as it used to be.
but what
is?
what holds the first blush
of love,
the first beat
of heart
after the first kiss.
the city has changed,
more grey,
more tired and dirty, more
less
of everything
important
that brought you here
in the first place.
you
pick your memories
with care now,
stepping carefully
around each corner
with eyes
wide open.
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