tonight
you
are echoed in
the rhythm of
my solitary footsteps,
mirrored in the hazy glow
of street side lamps in
apathetic windows;
and I wonder if
you’ll ever know that
I see your reflection
in each puddle
of April rain
smothering
these lonely
cobblestone
streets.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
tonight
you
are echoed in
the rhythm of
my solitary footsteps,
mirrored in the hazy glow
of street side lamps in
apathetic windows;
and I wonder if
you’ll ever know that
I see your reflection
in each puddle
of April rain
smothering
these lonely
cobblestone
streets.
