The Streets Where Our Love Walked Hand In Hand Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The pavement remembers our steps,
soft echoes of laughter between the stones.
Shadows stretched long in the evening glow,
fingers laced, hearts steady in the hush of dusk.

Windows flickered with stories not our own,
lamplight spilling gold onto quiet roads.
The scent of rain clung to the air,
whispers of yesterday resting in the breeze.

Each turn held a memory,
each corner a pause before moving on.
The streets remain, unchanged,
but our footsteps have faded into time.