Poem #42

I came back to the crime scene. The crowd, the traffic, everything was the same. It hit me hard as it did the first time. I saw the bus that had the name of your city on it. My mind lost control over my body. I got on the bus and started scanning the places, everyone’s faces had something yours but you… Oh you were nowhere to be found.

– Miss what are you looking for?
– Something I lost here a long time ago.
– Why are you looking for it now?
– That’s the thing with memories. You never know when are they going to strike.

I got off the bus and sat on the station for a while thinking how this was the closest I’ll ever get to you and your town.

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