the night the only street lamp on my block fell

roberto f. santiago: the night the only street lamp on my block fell

The sidewalk was littered with long nights and shorter days.
My path, the one I took everyday to get to work, was more
winding, less paved. And at the end of the street, you stood.
As your lips parted, I instantly understood the departed.
I would have forgiven you many more times than you needed,
but you no longer wanted me to. No apologies.

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