the youth of my youth

These streets 
They're so familiar
The memories of my first first love lingers in the traffic signal that has been here forever
It rings through the hawkers calls
It shines and glimmers over the bright signs and boards of the shops we stood by.

These streets are so irrelevant to the city 
Just a blip on the map
But they make the city of me
They've helped build it up 
I'm still delayering and un-mapping these streets 
I still don't understand them, 
Even though they feel ancient and frozen in time 
The people that made all my firsts are gone
But these alleys remain
And I stumble upon them unexpectedly at every other turn 
Not knowing what to think or do
Other than flashing a knowing smile 
At the ghost of myself living through that time. 


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