***Impromptu*City***

rain drips through the electric stained night
sliding down these panes of glass
forming puddles on the pavement,
puddles which reflect the full pale moon
and capture its witness.

when your shoes are soaked in water below
avoiding the shock is torture,
the irony of bearing one pain
in exchange for another
yet numb to such a notion.

wind ripping through your hair
and sending waves over the shiny pools,
the distorted image is of you
and of that first kiss,
the kiss of the end.

written on February 16, 2001