I seek the smaller places,
The older ways,
The quiet whispers.
I seek the narrow streets,
The crooked fences,
and garden weeds.
A world of rusty tires,
Unclasped hands
And downcast eyes.
To walk the empty roads,
The chipped sidewalks
And pale skies.
I seek the older heartaches
With familiar pain
And closed-up wounds.
I seek the smaller places,
The unbound hearts --
The open rooms.
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