Love used to live on hope street,
But she moved away.

Now the days are long
And the nights even longer.

So, I moved into her house on hope street,
Just to remember her once more.

The memories were lucid,
I knew they would last forever.

So, while she was away,
I slept in her bed, ate her food, wore her perfume.

Talked in her voice
Laughed like she would 
And then I cried all alone.

Looked out the window a time or two,
Hoping the horns were the sound of her car.

Love used to live on hope street
...But not anymore.

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4 Responses

  1. Oh man this one is depressing but super real!! I love how u described loves proximity and enjoyed the “house”/ comforts of it while there was still hope in your mind 🙂 the imagery of thorns were classic. And the “imatation” of love without there actually being any??. Maybe I’m thinking to deep about it buts this piece speaks volumes!! Lol

    1. Thanks a lot. Yea, it’s actually deep. It’s a beautiful piece.. One of the pieces that makes me feel like Shakespeare’s nephew.. Lol.. Thanks for reading and leavibg a note.

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