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>the street i never crossed

>standing at the traffic light, its red
i see you on the other side of the street
correcting your blond hair, with a
cigarette in your hand,
fighting snow on pavement

cold breeze of cars passing takes me
back to when i first say you, shouting
to get my attention
sitting across you at table i inhaled your
scent, you smelled of sea salt and rain

with corner of my eye i see light turn
yellow, i remember the night when you
pulled me close and promised one
hundred summers, kissed my forehead
and smiled

traffic light switches to green, my
mind turns blank, i look away and
youre just a memory.