I walk the same way every day;
Past the same three trees,
Nearing the corner I notice the same abandoned hat
The wilting flowers, – no one ever moves them, why is that?
The second house on the right with the cracked paint you keep promising to redo
I first took this walk with you so long ago,
Yet I can remember it like the back of my hand.
The ivy encircling the trees – a bad omen?
No birds fly here and you wonder why.