Strangers on the Street

I once seemed to find myself

in the boy on the street.
He was wonder and excitement,
all on the brink of breaking.
He was streets,

and lights

and the way rain falls on the ground,

drops racing each other to get down.
He was the echo of my laughter at 2 am.

He was everything and nothing at all,

and he made me wonder

why I still seem to find myself

in the strangers on the street.

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