Dark Cold Street Poem by Emmanuel Galicia

Dark Cold Street

I walk alone in this dark cold street,
Where you and I always meet.
Isn't it sweet?
I can hear birds that tweet.

I hear a voice coming from behind
I turned around and see nothing, like I was blind
I continued walking, and continue to find
The voice that comes from behind.

I see a girl from afar.
I know it's you, you're holding a jar.
I see your face shining like a star.
I was shocked when I see the scar.

Suddenly an ambulance passed by
It was so fast. Like someone insides going to die.
My mom calls me and she started to cry.
She said "wear something white because someone died."

When I looked back at you, you went missing.
I just want to get near to you at that moment and start kissing.
I wonder why my mom is crying.
I rushed to the hospital and see you laying.

I noticed you are not breathing
I also see the jar of cookies you were holding.
I see everybody's crying.
I know that you are leaving.


I walk alone in this dark cold street,
Where you and I always meet.
Now it's not sweet.
Because from now on we are not going to meet.