Rain and night and the lights that come from the embrace of those two, long washed up lights, city lights and with them city noise, cars, steps, trains and people.
The noise of the wrong words, perhaps a wrong intent. The noise of a thousand words never spoken back then when they probably had a shot of hitting a mark, some mark, some place, all together now mixed up in a couple of words, not enough ‘least not anymore.
Summer, yes, but the wrong summer and the wrong storm so the mark fails and the trail fails
And there is no kiss to seal it all. There is nothing to be sealed in this end, not here, not in this timeline.
The night ends with a weird broken smile because sometimes it ends up like that, some nights don’t end up with a given kiss.
Some rains keep raining. the lights and reflections of long silhuettes keep changing.
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