Rainy night empty hand
By mcmanaman
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Heavy breathing underneath a zipped up anorak
it is raining and I am on my favourite street.
You are a different person on the way home.
An entirely different human. The people you passed
on your way there are diffferent people now, too.
Empty hands. Different heads.
A song is different when the person who sung it
has died. You should always watch films twice
once when you're younger than the main characters
and then again when you're older
but that's not really watching the same film twice
it's watching two completely different films.
This is the first time I've listened to my favourite song
wearing these new clothes
sitting in this new flat.
The first time this has been my favourite song
since the reason it would inevitably become
my favourite song.
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