DedOK - Broken Map

Heat.
Heat.
The station has no glass,
Just teeth in every frame.
My boots know every crack by a home
That lost its name.
The baker is bent.
The sign still swings at dawn.
A child’s blue bicycle leans where the wall is gone.
And the river drags our names
Through ash and broken stone.
We walk
Like ghosts in daylight, with nowhere left to go.
This city fell apart.
So did I.
This city fell apart.