by Richard Oti
Love used to live on hope street,
But she moved away.
Now the days are long
And the nights even longer.
So, I moved into her house on hope street,
Just to remember her once more.
The memories were lucid,
I knew they would last forever.
So, while she was away,
I slept in her bed, ate her food, wore her perfume.
Talked in her voice
Laughed like she would
And then I cried all alone.
Looked out the window a time or two,
Hoping the horns were the sound of her car.
Love used to live on hope street
...But not anymore.