the scene
is black and white
all of its contents
the rain
the streetlight
the small flowers by
the curb
the moon in the puddle
the bus stop
even his hand
and her
cheek underneath
everything shaded
left and right from grey
all but
the freshest green of
his words
i love you
and the
shiny-wet red of
her accepting
heart
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