It is seven years and I am still walking with your memories.
We never accepted we loved each other.
The months and everyday, I have known you more.
You are in some different place today.
I am trying to understand where I am.
Somehow I wait for you everyday for sometime.
I look at the the sky and the darkness.
I try to feel the smell of the city.
You are within the smell of the city and memories
of dark coffee.
After seven years I know,
I am following the footsteps of your love.
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