Sunday, November 27, 2022

The wet night
Everything is still
The streetlights dance
In puddles
Made by rain's decent
I find myself
Staring up
Soul staring
Back at me
What do I see?
The other me
The secrets I reave
Was my rebuttal
To myself
Believed?
He was recreant
And could face me no longer
He inveighed
And spat at me
Never one to stipulate
Together, alone
He walked away
And I disappeared



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