Green Canals

The streets are quiet
And the sun is rising
But this place is full of your dancing ghost
Shapes and feelings that smell like you
But younger and far away from me

I feel envy for these doors and allies
That know some part of you that I do not
And yet this old dirty city
Makes me feel closer to you

I’m walking through your memories
Laying my feet and my hands
On places
That our conversations cannot go

My lover and my artist
Perhaps these are the ways we learn each other
Perhaps these are the ways we grow together

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