Alley


​I stop by
Everytime I see
That old alley.

Where a poor chap
Used to meet you once
In secret everyday.

Leaving my car
I take a stroll
Down that old alley.

Where a boy was lost,
And so were you
Tired of life.

I return to breathe
A moment more
in that old alley.

© Arindam Dey

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