Your laughter cuts the hum of passing cars,
a bus door hisses shut.
You shake the raindrops from your sleeve —
streetlight on your mouth, then not.
So walk with me, across the morning dew,
your cuff is damp against my wrist.
Windows warm, the dark is breaking in two,
I'll be yours, and you'll be mine — it's you.
Rain spells our names and rinses them from the road.
You pull me closer — thunder rolls us in.
No hood between us. Your jacket on my shoulder.
Wet hair, cold hands. Nowhere else to be.
Even if the rain washes the footprints out,
I still know the corner where you stopped.
The rain lets go, the rooftops catch the light —
look up: the sky forgot to be the night.
I won't let go.
So walk with me, under washed and open skies,
the wet street doubled in your eyes.
Right here. Your keys still in my coat —
I'm in love, and it's you.
So walk with me
© Copyright: Аесе Гин, 2026
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