under darkened rainfall
i forget the hour
something in the static
calls me by a name again
glass hums against my skin
the air, electric
a pulse between what is
and what could never
the lights smear into motion
each reflection half-alive
as if the city remembers
what i keep trying to lose
you stand somewhere
between signal and echo
half-formed in the hum
of a world still buffering
i keep walking
past the wet blur of neon veins
as if a street would answer you
as if it ever could