Invisible Town.

I thought of this while reading Italo Calvino's Invisble Cities, hence the title.

This town does not exist, is not real at all.

Cause when I'm sad, I see no flowers fallen from the trees into the sidewalk,

but the grey cement upon which I bruised my knee while learning to ride my bike.

I don't see the train plataform where I awaited my highschool sweetheart to arrive,

but the rails where the kid next door jumped to to end with his own life.

This town is not real, 

I am.