Step after step the façade is the samenYear after year the same shades remainnNew stucco here and new condo therenThe hidden parts appear to be barennStep by step with the shapes of the pastnI feel every corner and whiff and a pathnDown asphalt alleys and through gingerbread streetsnRoam with invisible people who stay out of reachnnThe sharp slap of memory stops my not-so-wandernThe address is empty though it's pulsing with lifenOn such a wonderful day the calendar disappears