Watching the rain fall in Vienna. Pictures of another time. From the corner of a small cafe. We watched the world go by. . Now we sit here the best of strangers.
The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in. We smile for the casual closure capturing. There goes the downpour. There goes my fare thee well. . There's really no way to reach me.
We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying, waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. . So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry.