These pretty empty days, this pretty empty city full of people and one missing...
And these gray skies, even when the sun shines and this wet cigarette that I cannot smoke and these numb hands... it will all pass.
I have that voice calling from the other side and those eyes that are still looking at me, amongst all these people, they still look at me even from afar and amidst the mist. And the thought soothes and I can breathe and feel the warmth, I can keep on my feet and walk.
So without waiting for the rain to stop I will keep walking until I get home.
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