I return to this place as to an unfinished conversation.

You know my heart; you know we left things unsaid.

We never settled on the meaning of all those skies…

And you still have to answer for all those nights, those passions, those unexplained and thrilling secrets…

And as your streets are all stories and my steps are the telling, we can walk back through our days together.

And you can tell me how we keep going over the same sunsets, the same glances, the same dreams…

But I feel I am owed your concrete narrations, your downtown confessions…

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