An Abstruse Symbol

There is a tacit order,
a disciplined silence,
on the street at night.
In the gray moonlight
the markers shine
dividing the road
in two halves, neat.
A wholeness, strange,
familiar though
over the years of living in crowded cities,
it gives me the space I need
to explore the tangled knots of solitude.

Auld lang syne,
the days that have gone by,
they are all standing here
with a longing in their hearts to speak.
They would seize the hand of the first passer-by
and unravel the thread of incomplete talks
left hanging loose in the past.
A small talk, a warm smile given by a stranger,
rare on an afternoon of sunshine,
things uttered, of no consequence,
what do I recall
when I stand in the moonlight here?

Thank you +Elena Almeida for the image

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