We broke it off

On the same sidewalk I first scraped my knee

Where my lung filled with chalk on quiet Saturdays when my mother wanted me out the house

And my hands stained with oil and dirt from constantly fixing my bike chain

This sidewalk meant nothing to him

Just cement and ants
Cigarette buds and tossed gum

His face calm and his hand in his pocket grasping at his phone

He couldn't care less where the end of this was located

But I grew up here...

My house glowing in the almost pitch
black light just one house up the street

My blood and veins ran through the street like wires

I didn't cry

I mustered up a convincing smile and told him it was fine.

He immediately left and I fell down on the cold dirty ground

I needed comfort

I've never experience emotional pain on this concrete before

(Note: Never finished this nor ended it right)