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Every time I pass this busy old street,

I can’t help but remember how I once had you—

A bouquet of delicate flowers sold along the roadside,

Looking almost like the ones I should have brought to you.

The traffic lights stubbornly hold the world in place,

While stray dogs chase each other with carefree joy.

A bystander exhales smoke beneath a rusted shed,

And somehow, I recall how I made you wait for me.

Across the road, lovers walk beneath a shared umbrella,

Their hands clasped like promises they still believe in.

From a distance, a tree branch reaches through a barbed-wire fence,

And I think of all the times you reached for me

while I was the one who chose to walk away.

So every time I pass, I take a deeper breath,

Not because the air is heavy, but because I am—

Filled with hollow words I said, things I failed to say,

And the quiet wound I left in someone who only wanted to love me.

The light turns green, and a passing flash pulls me back

To the present, reminding me to keep moving.

But this street still carries the ghost of the love I lost

And the shadow of the guilt I cannot leave behind.