Without you the city is just a city
Just another body with limbs and bones
Cavities and joints
Thoughts and histories

The squares painted by ribbons
of traffic, are dead paintings
unsold in a noisy gallery
The cafes, shutting by midnight
pour their absence onto the street
A cat crosses

Without you the buildings are
just buildings, not
the residue of our civilization
And the parks that twitter
calmly with the buzz of children
are nothing but scattered scenes
Waiting for your eyes


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