City, Humanity, Life, Literature, Nostalgia, Photography, poem, Poetry, Travel

Life on the move


I was gonna take one last photograph of the empty space
stare at the the stillness and emptiness of the air
and try to remember the very last echo
But I didn’t
Eventually other people will carry on this place in my absence
they will walk on the same walk
sit on the same seat
and laugh perhaps the same laugh
The world I once knew
lives I once crossed
smells I still remember
have long since moved on
And so do I

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