LOVE ON ME

When the city had already exhausted itself and was only alive in the streetlights and reflections on the wet asphalt, the two still hadn't decided whether they were an accident or a continuation of something important. Their words are like glass beads: beautiful but slippery, sometimes they scatter, then suddenly coalesce into a frankness that makes your heart ache. It seems simple - two souls, one evening subway, and a little confusion. But behind that "what's next?" lies much more than can be said. And if the nite ends together after all, then these streetlights didn't shine in vain.