Two AM Walk

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Memories ache,
same as yesterday.
Spring still
holds its breath:
dirty leaves
on dead earth.
Walking in
hushed darkness.
Lonely footsteps
of night.
Boots on
wet pavement.
The heart
an empty drawer
where life
used to live.
The paths
of glory
have lead
nowhere.
Drizzle beneath
a new moon.
Teardrops and
raindrops
melting in
sad rain,
each the other,
each the same.