Girl in The Rain

It was almost two in the morning. The city had that strange kind of silence where even the neon signs looked tired. And there she was again. Across the street. Under the broken hotel light. Red coat. Black umbrella. Not moving. Just watching the rain like it had something to confess. I told myself I was done with ghosts. Done with old numbers. Done with faces in windows and footsteps behind me in empty halls. But every night when the radio turns to static and the streetlights start blinking like dying stars, I see her. Same place. Same smile. Same eyes. Like a secret nobody wanted to bury. And the rain keeps falling down, down on the avenue. And the night keeps calling out, calling me back to you. Who are you, girl in the rain? Are you real, or just a name? Did I lose you before we began? Or did I invent you to feel like a man? Girl in the rain, don’t look away. Say my name, or let me fade. In this city of glass, in this midnight pain, I keep chasing the girl in the rain. The newspaper said nothing. The police said less. Just another missing hour in a city built from cigarettes and regret. I found a note in my pocket that I swear was not there before. Three words. Written in blue ink. "Don't follow me." Funny thing is... I don't remember following. I only remember arriving. Don't follow me... Don't follow me... Room 409. The key was warm in my hand. The elevator smelled like perfume and rust. Somewhere above me, a woman laughed. Somewhere below me, a door slammed shut. And in the mirror by the hallway, for half a second, I saw her standing behind me. But when I turned around... only rain. And the walls keep breathing slow, whispering what they know. And the lights go cold and blue, every road leads back to you. Who are you, girl in the rain? Are you real, or just a name? Did I lose you before we began? Or did I invent you to feel like a man? Girl in the rain, don’t look away. Say my name, or let me fade. In this city of glass, in this midnight pain, I keep chasing the girl in the rain. Listen. I know how this sounds. A man alone. A woman in the rain. A story with no body, no crime, no ending anyone can prove. But I saw the lipstick on the glass. I heard the song from the next room. I felt her hand on my shoulder. And when I woke up this morning, my coat was wet. You promised... You promised... You promised you would remember... Who are you, girl in the rain? Are you love, or are you blame? Did you save me from who I became? Or did you come back to bury my name? Girl in the rain, don’t disappear. I can feel you standing near. In this city of glass, in this midnight pain, I am lost with the girl in the rain. At 2:17, the rain stopped. The street was empty. No red coat. No umbrella. No footprints. Only my reflection in the hotel window... smiling back at me.