Private Avenue - BeeWaee
Private Avenue
Narrow and kind
Street that exists
Mostly in the mind
Leaves on the sidewalk
Don't ask a name
Lamps lean gently
All looking the same
Fence with a shadow
Draws a thin line
Cat on a railing
Pretending it's fine
Window half open
Radio low
Song without title
You almost know
Footsteps are softer
Here than elsewhere
Sound gets folded
Back into air
Old brick walls keep their own heat
Story in pieces under your feet
Mailbox tired
Rust at the seam
Someone once painted
Someone's dream
Names on the doorbells
Faded and few
Time learned the rhythm
Of this avenue
This is your private avenue
Quiet, long and small
Place you can wander
Without a role at all
This is your private avenue
Close but out of view
Whole little country
Belonging just to you
Tree roots lifting pieces of road
Nothing is perfect, nothing explodes
Curtain moves slightly, someone inside
Life happening softly with nothing to hide
Bench with a splinter waits by a gate
Perfect companion for being late
Light from the corner shop, gold on the ground
Coin in your pocket doesn't make a sound
You don't need reasons to walk this way
It isn't tomorrow, it isn't a day
It's just the distance between two thoughts
Pathway for things you never bought
Words you didn't say
Lean on the wall, smile that you kept for nobody at all
Here they can linger, here they can stay
Street doesn't mind what people don't say
This is your private avenue
Unmarked on the map
Place where the heart goes when it needs a gap
This is your private avenue
Soft and incomplete
Home made of silence
Paved in your feet
Evening grows deeper
Edges go blue
Nothing dramatic
Ever breaks through
Door one by one
Closes the day
Warm little rectangle
Slip into gray
You turn around slowly
Walk back the same
Nothing is different
Everything changed
Pocket of darkness
Stitched to the sky
Street doesn't answer
Doesn't ask why
Private Avenue
Always nearby
Turn just a corner
And you're inside
Private Avenue
Steady and true
Leave it and somehow
It walks with you