the rain keeps falling...
she doesn't care,
the sweet taste of his lips on hers,
the bitter taste of tobacco lingers there.

The wave of light reflects off his glasses...
The smell of the cheap perfume,
The rain on hers...
The smell of false flowers...

The little sparkle in there eyes,
Captured for a life time,
The stillness and noiseless crowd...

Trapped forever behind a glass,
The protector of the good
The bad
and...



The past.