hit the pavement
the same as yours but they hit it nonetheless-
worn rubber on stone and gravel
and cigarette butts
lining each journey
to and from
and in between.
We do not know each other
but through these rhythmic
marches we share
each morning
and evening,
tapping impatiently
and unknowingly
side by side.
I cannot see you
in this cosmopolitan haze
but maybe we are the same
or maybe our souls lie
on opposite sides of a vast ocean,
just feigning similarity
in infinite versions of the same grey suit
and black heels
with scuff marks on each side.
worn rubber on stone and gravel
and cigarette butts
lining each journey
to and from
and in between.
We do not know each other
but through these rhythmic
marches we share
each morning
and evening,
tapping impatiently
and unknowingly
side by side.
I cannot see you
in this cosmopolitan haze
but maybe we are the same
or maybe our souls lie
on opposite sides of a vast ocean,
just feigning similarity
in infinite versions of the same grey suit
and black heels
with scuff marks on each side.
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