Did Lovers Quarrel

Sidewalks hum, they carry tales. Of secrets telling the rails. A gum-stuck memory holds its ground. Footsteps, a ghostly sound. Cracks like maps lead nowhere fast. Shadows stretch but never last. A soda cap, a broken chain. Marks of joy and marks of pain. Handles smooth like a melted flame. Feels the same but it's not the same. I would chatter, this one hums a little tune On my fingers' drums. Did lovers quarrel? Did children run? Did stars fall when the night was young? Or were you silent under the sun, Just waiting for the world to come? I saw one like it at the corner stand. But this one had a slightly different brand. Had a squeaky little handle. This one's smooth like a melted candle. Handles smooth like a melted flame. Feels the same but it's not the same. I would chatter, this one hums a little tune On my fingers' drums. Handles Smooth like a melted flame. Feels the same but it's not the same. I would chatter, this one hums a little tune On my fingers' drums.