Poem Noir

Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray. I offered my love to the midnight neon angel. I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray. She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful. I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style. I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars. I feigned culture and literacy, trying to look worthwhile. I blush now, recalling my see-through shooting stars. Like many, I was just a child renting a man’s body. I impersonated adulthood with stylized gloom. I thought maturity was an act, so mine was shoddy. I donned trench coats, my affectation in any room. My blinking street angel had seen it all before. My love for her was simulation and nothing more.