Missed

I hear my street­light singing
a lonely song out­side my win­dow
in the soft, warm rain
where we once walked, arm in arm

 

If it was not for a lonely street lamp.
I could not reflect remem­ber­ing
in its the­atre foot­lights…
the pud­dles — where you are smiling.

 

 

 

 

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