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I was with a girl,

walking after it rained.

It was night.

The lights bounced

off the pavement.

It struck her eyes,

which in turn struck me.

Eyes so honest—

perhaps nervous like me.

I had been high,

trying to escape lies, promises—

someone told me.

Such a pity I must

have seemed. But

someone broke her heart too,

as we spoke in a car,

covered in raindrops.

Raindrops were in her eyes.

Such pretty eyes she had.

I was nervous and I was wild.

I spoke fast with

easy words. I threw

sentences together that

had no context. I wasn’t high.

I was out of my mind.

I kissed her and have

never tasted lips so sweet.

We had done loops

on our feet, crossing

bridges where ice,

had made its winter home

underneath.

The city lights made

it what it was,

as the raindrops

washed away our hurt.