Cobblestone

I walked the streets of cobblestone

where once we walked before.

They were not the piles of broken bone

I imagined anymore.

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They filled the corners of our town

laid out carpets on sunny days.

Beckoned me in bright ballgown

down secretive alleyways.

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They carved out the beaten path

where walked all the others.

They subsisted in the aftermath

of warring, vengeful brothers.

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I stepped carefully on familiar road

this day of my return.

I hoped the turmoil had since slowed

passions no longer burned.

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I fled the streets we once knew

in an effort to change my ways.

Now the stones are a different hue

under the glinting sun rays.

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I've known the tempo of my feet

on lanes of cobblestone.

Now I walk a different beat

as I make my way back home.