Lamps, Rain, and a Memory

Lamps, Rain, and a Memory

The street hums soft with whispered light, golden flickers in the endless night. Raindrops trace forgotten dreams, lost in puddles, lost in streams.

Two shadows meet, then hesitate, a moment brief—a twist of fate. Footsteps echo, slow and shy, beneath a weeping, watchful sky.

Does the past still linger here, drenched in longing, laced with fear? Or is this night a fleeting spark, a memory waiting in the dark?