Noirline

More line.
Pull me in.
More line again.
More line under my skin.
Don't let the dark in.
More line.
Pull me in.
More line again.
I want that shadow back.
Rain on the alley glass cuts the street in two.
You said it never lasts, still I followed you.
Smoke from a broken sign clings to your trail.
I held the losing size like it was my only tail.
And I feel it now, that tilt in the night.
You leave a little clue every time you hide.
More line.