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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