Here, As the Dark City Glistens

Here, as the dark city glistens Here, as the dark city glistens, rain pelts unsuspecting sidewalks, filling cracks and running gutters Disguising stoic potholes in black, snickering as they wait silently to startle the next drowsy driver to pass by Neon reflects in puddles of discontent while high rise lights flicker in kitchens above where cold water seems to be the answer as groggy eyes fiddle with leftover decisions making more noise than can be heard 3 am, desolate, just a few cats rummage in alleys for unsuspecting rats and other rodents who have sold their dreams for a temporary high, plastic bag desires that come morning will seek its revenge and hands will be out promising redemption, counting brown leather wing tips and Prada heels I stop at the old library slated for demolition, tracing the lopsided heart with our initials I carved into the brick as you kept a look out so we wouldn’t get caught Laughing at the dust that gathered on my shoes, Telling me it would be forever not the dust, us, we weren’t Lonely is a state of mind for those who wander these concrete caverns, unable to sleep Finding opened eyed nightmares resemble those that they now run from, hoping the next corner holds the key to the past when nights were spent under warm covers, in soft arms, not walking alone, not dying, not here, as the dark city glistens