muddy roads thin and narrow,
reaching through the quiet streets,
the alley I once grew and cherished
but it does not remember me.

wild plants growing on the sides,
once a kid picked caterpillars here,
it brought him joy and excitements,
but they must be happy hes absent.

a child used to run through this place,
leaving trail of oval imprints.
trashing the earth mother below,
the ground must be happy the kid has vanished.

No one care that he has disappeared,
not the alley, nor the people living within,
he naively thought he was part of it
but when hes gone, no one cares,
no one remembers