I walk upon the stones set in the ground – I can hear my boots echo with each step taken. Lost.
Dark alleyways, low lit sidewalks and rooftops which seem enticing.
Lost.
A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past.
Alone.
No one can see the tears I cry, the pain in my gait as I limp across the sidewalks, they are low lit and no angels sing on these streets, just sirens with the occasional barking dog.
Walking upon the stones set in the ground – I can hear my boots echo with each step taken.
Alone.
Lost.

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