I walk around the streets like they're a song.
I put one foot in front of the other
crunch
crunch
crunch
It's been raining as long as I can remember
but the leaves are still so rough.
I tap my cigarette.
The red hot ash fizzles out on the sidewalk
beneath a dripping branch.
My legs extend to an imaginary beat
Sweet, slow and sorrowful,
a tune I know only as
betrayal.
I knew myself so long ago.
I knew myself and I knew you too.

What now to carry us through?