Downtown has
36000 people going 36000 different ways
All noses turned up or looking down
Each experience better than the last
Footsteps on faded asphalt carry echoes
Of friendships unfocused
Blurred by distance and ***
The conversations carry
Manifestos lifted to the sky
“we are going to have a good time tonight”
“I don’t like drama but I have to say something”
“I haven’t heard from him since he went to rehab”
The endless void of downtown holding these revelations
Only to release them when the people are long dead
And downtown crumbles
And the footsteps echo no longer.