Night walking in the city, Coloured lights so pretty.
Scents of frying fish & chips in the air, Little rain drops landing on my hair.
People on phones, smoking outside bars, not too many cars.
Couples kissing, connecting me to a memory I sure am missing.
Friends sitting together behind warm glass windows eating and drinking.
I walk alone watching, typing this, music playing softly in my ears, just thinking.
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