@annie-45
there’s a street like this in every life—
quiet. a little worn.
we walked it without thinking.
talked like we had time.
like things wouldn’t change.
life felt good there. simple.
i didn’t know i was already leaving it.
now when i think about it,
it’s smaller. quieter.
like a song i almost remember—
but not enough to bring it back.
funny how the place stayed the same.
i’m the one who didn’t.