I still dream about that street your house lies on
Venture those places and nooks you showed around
The swing still creaks while the air blows dry and cold
The grasses wet with the dew over the last night
The bench we warmed is now weary
The spooks still waiting another story
Those Street lamps know the secrets we crossed our hearts on
Dying to be blown out on another load shedding
I rap once
And then again,
A footstep lingers yonder
And knocks out
My sleep -
bears those whimsies now