Rain Regrets

There was some business around midnight
In inky darkness an angel waiting on the train
A man who used to hold her like a light
About to die from never seeing her face again
Mist was climbing slowly from the riverbank
He held his breath like hers as those feelings sank
Underneath the trestles heartbeats hidden from the rain
Currents drawing a ship to sea without a chart or map
Something once written on a blackboard feeling like a trap
Somehow surrounded by a locked closet filled with silhouettes
He kissed the ghost of a lost memory wearing his regrets



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Written on 2025-12-08 at 03:34

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