Sidewalks

Sitting and waiting.
The sidewalks are calling.
Lines that cut deep into memory.
Truths that frequently lull me to sleep.

They wait for you in whisperings.
To come back and wait.
Always leading, and succeding,
Exactly the same fate.

And down these streets the sidwalks are calling.
Retreating and freeing the secrets that wait.
Theres a crack for each one,
And a comforting spot to sit and wait.