Walking off my pain,
And the cobblestones, reflective
Under the tumbling rain,
Mirror the neon light beams
Shining down on the city street,
Where shadows breed, grow, and meet
Mingling with puddles and streams...
From a window, opened up above,
Music drops with the rain,
Staining each moment, each further step,
With memories of love,
With the haunting verse
Of a half-forgotten song...
Remembered for an instant,
And then mathmatically paled into obscurity,
With distance traversed.
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