Parks are made for promenades
Roads are made for cars
The trees are there to provide shade
And lamp-posts are there to send off the darkness
Tell this to yourself
Places are nothing but places

Don’t you ever think of searching for her shadow beside you
Nor her footsteps that trotted behind you back then
The sunset has nothing to do with the warmth of her hands
Nor the breeze with his gentle embrace
Or the song of the birds with your laughter

He is gone

She is gone

This is what I’ve proven
That you can memorise every turn of a city
Without ever calling it your home
Places are nothing but places

Until both of you have seen it yourselves
Those concrete floors will remain silent
If you never have written your stories & promises
The problems you’ve faced
Again and again
Again and again
Will I remind myself of every twist and turn we’ve passed
Those ever corners without your trace
Your smile
You face on my shoulder
Your voice in my eyes
I will wander off until
I’ve lost this love I’ve been accustomed to
I will wonder off until
I’ve accepted
That these places are nothing but places
And that they will never be home to your memories.