Every echo,
and silhouette,
reminds me of you.
I am drawn to
reminiscing.
Too faded to remember
the real colours
of our love.
You paint the sidewalks,
with memories ingrained
in chalk.
You scuff your shoes along the sides,
to blur out the images.
Do you carry around the drawing
on your shoes all day?
Pressing them hard
against the ground,
imprinting your love
on every surface?
And tell me,
when,
will it
Wear out?
Fade out?
Drown out?
The rain spills
from a burdened cloud,
as if an arrow had been shot through it.
And your chalky aftertaste runs down
hollowed gutters.
Your love runs
beneath the city,
and no one
ever knows.