.down on the boulevard.

One day I was looking at old photos,
While I was walking down the lonely boulevard
When I came across an old one of you
And it ripped open the wounds that left me scarred

I stared at that photo for the longest time,
Shocked and too afraid to move an inch,
As if moving would bring back your phantom.
My body shuttered and flinched

Then the wind snatched it out of my hand,
And I chased it down the boulevard
With a desperate slipping grasp
And a heartbeat thumping hard

And as quickly as you were pushed back in my life
You were thrusted out in a fateful flurry
And I continued with my life
As I bustled down the boulevard in a hurry