Lonely Nostalgia Tour
Walking trails of memories
They were the same routes, the same door on the platform, in our own place of kisses and talks.
There was the same bench in the same park as always, and I stopped at the same corner where I used to wait for you.
It even looked like the same crowded street with the same particular scent and noise.
The huge difference was the lonely passing of several full moons and the conspicuous absence of you.
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