A ghost haunts the city

I have not seen my home city so empty since i was a kid. I wonder, why i cant feel so free as i was surely that time, even if no one in sight to claim adverse, no one to bother that peacefully emptiness.
That days, i have never thought that someday i will lose the sense of belonging to that City. The city was mine, i was his.
And it has rolled on, many years has gone, every street has been changed completely, i cant even remember the outlook of fruit trees and little buildings at there, how they were living side by side.

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But i know there was trees, sure, i can never forget it. And the little green parrots, which were settled unwillingly after the truck has crushed and tumbled down in downtown, will die to forget it. No more free fruit for them too...
Now me and the ghost are wandering empty streets. We both do not belong to anywhere, and the city belongs to no one.
We walk straight and hope to come back to same point, where it has begun. Ghost says, he has been lost since long time, should keep looking for it, i say maybe the world is lost in space, but we should keep looking. Even if i know that it wouldnt be the same if we can return the same time and space, because i am not anymore.