The same streets
Much more crowded though
Amidst all chaos
A penetrating shadow
Of yesteryears
Slowly creeping
A distant memory
Time stealing
A furniture mart
Instead of the restaurant
The aroma
Still floating
Nostrils caressing
Cheerful smiles
Heartfelt laughter
Life rewinding
Overlooking a posh hotel
Glassy and classy
A new addition to the vicinity
A reminder to dreams then
Now an appearance sombre
As if it always stood there
A witness to all around
Hearing.. breathing
All sounds
The ice cream parlour
Still standing
Reminding
Of a togetherness shared
Re decorated now
To a reflection
Of all that it used to be
That which remains
Unchanged
A series of dilapidated buildings
Holding on
To all that is gone
Breathing... existing
Reverberating...
Resounding...
Just like these dilapidated memories.....
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