When I Walk In Your Street

I try to revisit the past memories, 

Still alive, 

 In the fringes of the stoned pathways, 

In the cracks of the broken walls, 

On the cutlery of the baker's deli, 

In the fragrance of the florist's boutique, 

On the edges of that wooden bench, 

In all those places,

Where we coexisted, 

Celebrating our togetherness, 

And vouching for a forever, 

But, 

Alas! Surreal it is, 

To the outer world, 

Only my soul can feel its existence, 

But, 

For how long? 

Is a question that baffles me, 

And I close my eyes, 

Feel you everywhere, 

Relive the past memories, 

And head towards my abode, 

Alone but not lonely.