The sound
of your footsteps
on the paving stones
Broke open
the silence
of my loneliness
The wall,
touched by your breath,
fell into quiet
There was an alley
that stayed awake till dawn
With the memory of you
With the memory of you
Daylight came
to read the remnants
of a troubled dream
Nameless alleys
grew weary
of windows waiting
Longing for a door
Any door
To open
The alleys grew narrower
As we grew tall
Walls were scratched
Colors quarreled
On their tired skin
A dead-end alley
Recites the tale
Of a gate
That never opens
I asked for a hidden alley
Unnamed
Unseen
Where familiar paths
Slowly ended
The alleys of yesterday
Were keepsakes
Of our wandering steps
They covered the alley
With black asphalt
And no one walked
The memories
No one walked
The memories
Arsalan-Wiesbaden
22th Feb 2026
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