Rain-Kissed Echoes
The city bled grey, a bruise on the sky.
My skin still
Street-side Poet
Dust and Amber Light
The rain always smelled like regret. Like pavement and burnt coffee.
I
Concrete Bloom
The rain smelled like burnt sugar and regret.
I’d built walls
Salt & Shadow
The sand bit at my toes, a familiar sting. Not unpleasant.
He
Salt & Scars
The sand still smelled of him. Not the sharp tang of rain,