An eerie, placid evening,
alone under the glare of the street light
reflecting off the glowing puddles of rain
that softly pitter-patter on my head,
and on my squeaking boots,
as a continual reminder of how alive I am.
And alone.
Reminds me of when you were here too.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
An eerie, placid evening,
alone under the glare of the street light
reflecting off the glowing puddles of rain
that softly pitter-patter on my head,
and on my squeaking boots,
as a continual reminder of how alive I am.
And alone.
Reminds me of when you were here too.
