The light is hallucinogenic as a cityscape reflects on the asphalt.
The rain is almost apologetic as it patters down on its way to the gutter.
A lone figure is pathetic, remebering where he’s been.
His passion trying to be poetic as he grasps where he was.
His soul no longer apathetic as he recalls her touch.
A lone figure feels quite moronic remembering what he left.