By Sammy Ginsberg
The crickets click
on a night of good byes
its just life, just a moment
a moment that means something,
but only if you give it meaning,
it's easy to pretend it's nothing,
and just keep moving
and just keep living
without thinking, stopping, crying
to see that everything is changing,
but I don't.
in arms i feel tears,
hugs, we hold our childhood selves
before we get on a plane
and leave them behind,
still playing on the streets.
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