Whispers in the Midnight Rain

The night swallows the city whole, drowning it in velvet shadows. I walk alone, my footsteps silenced by the hush of the midnight rain. It drips from the streetlights like melting silver, and I wonder if you are watching from the other side of the night.

I close my eyes and taste the ghost of your lips on the cold air. Your absence is a wound, bleeding ink into my thoughts, turning my heart into poetry that no one will ever read. I let the rain baptize me, washing away the ache, but it only deepens, like a love that refuses to die.

Would you come back if I whispered your name into the storm? Or have you become the darkness itself—always near, but never mine?