You walk fast
New York,
Heavy stampede
Steps
The concrete ground
You stand.
I married you
In April,
Costly
Earsplitting
Streets
Awaken me.
Global breath
Aromas
Vibrant
Sparkling eyes
Vanished evermore.
I’m back,
We have matured.
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