I walk alone these days.
I take my duty seriously
As the only one who sees the crisp of the day.
I cross the train tracks
Where a man had died just yesterday.
They say he had headphones in
Hindsight is a bitch.
I smile to myself
Because no one knows where I am
Only you would know where to look.
Goodbye doesn’t stand a chance
Despite the plans they’ve woven.
Are they fastening chains or safety nets?
I step out with one headphone in.
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