Kansas City Memories

The girl in the window
high above watching, wondering, waiting
maybe even crying, though she’d never show it
it would hurt her if you were to know it

Lights dance in rain-dipped paths
she finds it odd small comfort comes at last
familiar sounds pitter-patter by
easy rain never lets hope die

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