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The Streets I Used To Love

It has been a long awaited day—and now I get to roam the streets again.

Photo by Rezaul Karim on Unsplash

Timeless, in paralysis—
one more second
passes through these walls.

The streets still calling
for my presence
here, my absence—
now a haunting haul:

Of all the love that used to roam
these roads, all barren—beaten
and alone.

Welcome to a new day—how
the cars are honking
in the morning—
tandem sounds,
now ringing, loud:
and freedom
is an honest anthem
we still yearn and mourn.

Grateful for the birds, I hear
and long awaited for.
Their tunes sing brighter for this June,
to summon all who did no wrong—
though lost in songs, from those above.

The sun will lighten up the road:
and now—again—I get to roam
the streets I used to love.



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A.X. Bates

A.X. Bates

Words can make a difference. Theatre student writing poems about life, society, and coffee. @axybates on Instagram and Twitter.