This street we walk upon. This corner full of piss and fear. This street won't bear it long. It slants, it tilts, it's brought outside. . Alive. . Cover your face when you walk by.
I can see you staring at me. But you're not there. I can hear your voice still calling. I miss you still. You are the saddest one. That lingers on. Yours are the grayest eyes.