Thursday, January 21, 2010

That Night

That night was cold as I dropped
off the bus, the pale moon
dropped off the muddy clouds.
Music flowed in my ears, but
I wasn't flowing with it,
the mind dipped in the night
for quiet contemplation.
Lighted windows sleepless,

What if I don't get to see
what is to happen to
this street on nights like these,
years later? Where would I be,
you asked, as if you care?
As much as I cared for that
street, that night, that moment?

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