i will miss the winding streets
and the crooked stones that made us stumble
because on cloudy days it was
easy to find empty corners to be alone
(two blocks behind the sleepy bars and there behind the dusty cafe if you had a bad day)
i will miss the girls with daisies woven through their curls
and strings tied round their wrists
because even through they were broken
they still danced around rooms
singing old songs, picking up each others pieces
and they would spit out smoke
so the chimneys wouldn’t be the only ones
emptying smog
and i will miss the grinning boys
who smashed bottles the same way they
smashed hearts, with reckless abandon.
because even though they couldn’t be trusted
they taught us how to trust each other.
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