I walked inside with a wet washed coat and pants.
As I stepped under the streetlight, we so many times passed,
the rain swept up my feelings with a gentle hand.
The memory of us flickered and danced,
while the drops on my glasses and brow blotted out the light.
I've been looking for you in this light.
Slightly worn, yet completely satisfactory;
the beautiful mess of the whole thing.
I don't know how many lines it takes to make a story,
but the rain pounding on the screen outside my room
seems to complete it without a scrape.
I walked outside with you tonight,
and I came back wet washed and clean.
You will forever dance in the light of my mind.
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