Puddles of Moonlight

I remember the dark corners
and the distances of feet,
covered by a shade not seen
from the passing road.

Between the sharp rising walls,
where step followed step,
a tired heart pounded out
the rhythm for darkness.

Broken thoughts dragged down
unloved path, gravel worn,
desperate for the moonlight
that glistened in the puddles.

Empty skies rattled in the cold.
The air filled with breath,
punctured by the dim glow
of cigarette burn and smoke.

I remember the dark corners
and the distances of feet,
lost in the endless night,
composed as music in the mind.

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