I have traveled my life

Through these self-same wretched streets

All these years; hating their sameness

The same odious landmarks; the same old walls

The same rudeness.

The same unease with a stuporous disquiet.

One day, the newness came

In a shape different from how we’d imagined it;

In an ominous reminder that change

Takes hideous forms at times.

It came draped; in folds of monstrous terror

Rented the frippery of desire asunder

With ease; battered disarray into the gash.

It came uninvited and settled to stay.

I still travel the self-same streets

Without you to return to now

A new dazed, diminished and derailed me

And the newness is the sameness now.


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