What is left of her

A street you have been down before. Walk it.

The signs remember it better than you do

AYER. SE FUE. NADA QUEDA. Not one of them is about something that is still here.

There is another street

The block opens to the right. It always did.

Something is standing at the end of it

Too far to reach from here. Keep going.

Hold, and it gathers

Press and keep pressing. The street gives up its light, and there are words inside her.

Let go, and the street takes it back

You never get to keep it. That is the whole of it.