Across The Highway

I felt this connection


With the boy across the street


He kept walking on the opposite side


But I felt like he was walking with me


As I found a place to sit


I found him still walking on his side


With a cigarette in between his lips


As he sat down


Across the busy highway


We were staring at each other


But there was still silent say


As the cigarette burnt out

He got up


And walked a different route


And I'm still hoping


He'll turn around


And we can be on the same territory


And have a sound


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