today

past the streets
with namesmade of stricken out scrawls
every billboard
with the face of
an acquaintance half forgotten
standing on a corner
spotlight
lit up as otherwise occupied footsteps
carry passers by and through

somewhere
there is a silence that belongs only to me.

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