I peered in every puddle
on the way home,
the storm had left them squirming
in short and shallow lakes on the
empty roads.
I tried looking in mirrors
and dark windows
but you were't reflected
in any of them.
The water shuddered
with every blast of wind;
shadows bounced around
and for a few moments,
I thought I could see your shadow
by my side.
As if you could only survive in
violence and motion.
The wind died down
and only the streetlights were reflected,
spaced unequally along the road,
like broken stars.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
I peered in every puddle
on the way home,
the storm had left them squirming
in short and shallow lakes on the
empty roads.
I tried looking in mirrors
and dark windows
but you were't reflected
in any of them.
The water shuddered
with every blast of wind;
shadows bounced around
and for a few moments,
I thought I could see your shadow
by my side.
As if you could only survive in
violence and motion.
The wind died down
and only the streetlights were reflected,
spaced unequally along the road,
like broken stars.
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