Mirrored Street

How alone you can feel in the middle of a city of people

Mirrored Streets

Red neon
dripping,
rain
falling
on wet
mirrored streets
below,
where I hear feet
walking,
voices
talking.

Eyes meet
only briefly,
to retreat,
back inside
their mind.

Turning
blind.

Now,
numb with cold,
cutting deep
to the bone,
we walk,
shivering.

Together,
so alone.