Duality

dead-eyed mannequins bathed in holiday lights
blur of neon-lit faces in a mad rush
lingering shadows born from grey skies
witnessed, as I stood in the rain
coaxing your name 
from every raindrop that fell on tired,
brown skin
on a cold  December New York morning.
I stand in the rain, again
under velvet-black skies 
a million miles away
ocean carresing my feet, and a zephyr 
weaving shy fingers through my hair
poison competing, with your face
coursing through my veins
this rain now acid-on-soul
trying to erase an eidetic nightmare
burning your memory, 
from my rust-infested mind. 

tonight I am letting you go
I am...
no, I can't let you go
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can let ME go.

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