city,
now, this place
where i used
to live.
the roads have changed.
buildings
torn down,
new ones risen from
the graves
the old.
i have no idea where
i'm going but
i'm getting looks from
people
on the street.
windows
are being closed,
curtains
drawn,
i can hear the dead
bolts slide
as each door is
locked.
i should have never
come back
to my hometown
after what
you told them.
i'm taking the next
bus out.
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