These Streets Lap


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Laps in the lamplight of
these streets,
I make them every time.

Laps in the places you’ve been
once before,
but have grown stale waiting.

Laps longingly to know
why in dreams
you take me every time.

Laps in the what-ifs and never-weres
in these streets,
I question them only here.

Laps of remembering
we will never linger together
in these streets.

Laps of always knowing
you still take hold,
in these dreams tonight.