The streets will remember me

The streets will remember me walking upon them with grace,
The wind of the evening caressing the skin on my face,
The streets will remember their careful and loving observer,
When it will be over, when it will be over.

The streets will remember the interest and joy in my eyes,
As they followed the birds flying high in cerulean skies,
And the thoughts that, akin to a rapid train,
Travelled through different subjects - sublime and mundane.

The streets will remember the street lights that lit up my road
And the gentle, leisurely manner in which I trod,
Trying not to harm or hurt - the best way ever known
To walk on this planet, our home.

The streets will remember the lovely bakery scent,
The words that I had on my mind which I never said,
The streets will remember those distant alluring lights
And the feeling of sadness and longing they'd put in my eyes.

The streets will remember the greater love that I had
For all of the people I somehow eventually met,
For all of the people I saw on my lonely walks,
Rushing to get things done or walking their dogs;

For all of their dreams and the future I wished they could have -
The beautiful future where they would be warm and safe
For all of the beauty and pain I saw in their eyes;
I will be remembered as someone who dared to hope -
for their better lives.

This is my ode to the streets where I like to stroll,
I hope they'd remember me, first of all,
As a Human
I truly was trying to be.