Cold nights, dark streets

lit dimly with faint yellow glows.

I got to know your voice

better than I ever knew my own.

Slush and snow seeps slowly

into my threadbare boots.

You say hello

in that soothing melody

that is uniquely yours,

and I keep walking.

To where?

I don’t have a clue.

But as long as you keep talking,

I’ll keep walking.

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