In the Dead of Night
Moving and going
Up and down the city streets
Entering in
Exiting out of Cafes
Clicketing clicks
On all those high heeled feet
Gleaming sundown atop high rise towers
In this crowded town
Just about sunset now
Keys jingle
Doors slamming shut
With distant chatter, banter
Followed by bouts of eclectic laughter
Echoes through the air
Blues, Greens, Red skirts and blouses of all colors
Blonde, Burgundy, Black Silky Long hair
Flowing around passing by with a scent of living flower
Twitching with a toe and knock, toe then knock, knock
Everywhere
Sun is gone to sleep
Barely a sound in the city
Except for a single soul in an alley scrounging around
Darkness sets in when traffic lights blink into a numbing trance
That is when I saw in the distance
A sort of peripheral view
Cube shaped light and glow
Then a shadowy shaped figure under
Or maybe in the same glare
Shaped like a female
As I draw closer from afar
The square glimmer is now a phone booth
Enclosed and blurred music of a passing car
Blinds me with bright headlights
Focusing on the image of her silhouette
In my mind
Blinking my eyes
Trying to see her yonder there
To no avail, I lost the image
Or was I fabricated aloof
I will go to that exact spot in the "mourning"
Just to make sure I get proof
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