Street Talk

If the streets would talk 

What exactly would they say? 

Would they tell me of our adventures together?

Would it tell me of my time without you? 


Would it tell me the stories of when you'd giggle and skip down the street

Or the stories of when I hung my head as the leaves fell down 


Would it remind me of the warm feeling I had as you hugged me goodbye 

Of would it remind me of the empty feeling I had when you were no longer there


What would the streets tell me?

Would it tell me your darkest secrets 

You revealed to it in your silence 

Or tell me the secrets I revealed to it in silence 


What can the streets help me remember?

Our school walks home 

Our night time walks 

Your goofy humour 

And awkward nature 

Shined through on that dirt street 


Our friendship blossomed on that street 

Our love blossomed on that street 

Our lives changed on that street 

My life changed on that street


If the streets would talk 

What could they remind me? 

What can they make me remember? 

What can they tell me? 


Now that I'm strolling across this street alone 

Without you there 

Would the streets tell me 

Would it remind me of the great times we had

Or will this street just be a closed off 

Chapter of my childhood 

I'll learn to forget 


  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read Lexbry.

  • Goldfinch60

    You never lose those good times of childhood as you walk along the roads of the past.


  • dusk arising

    I really enjoyed your poem today.

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