sidewalks.

A Poem by Puja

cracked, and worn tell stories of...
carved in hearts, declaring love

side by side, we walk each day
without a voice, theres nothing to say

of all the things, its the most broken
children cry about their lost tokens

the stoplights, turn green to red
horns are honked, but still nothing is said

walking fast, steps a red shoe
the angels, seem to be smiling down on you

as she stumbles off the curb, everyone turns their cheek
the silence is broken, as someone starts to speak

time slows, and though a busy street
every motion slows, as she is swept off her feet

the ambulance sings an eternal song
the doves sigh, as she is gone

she looks down, at a city of gray
and smiles, as if to say...