Noir Memories

Noir Memories The rain still falls in black-and-white, On streets where neon ghosts remain. A cigarette burns in the dark, A tiny star against the rain.

Old promises drift through the smoke, Half-forgotten, bittersweet and worn. The city keeps its secrets well, From dusk's first sigh to midnight's mourn.

And somewhere in the shadows still, A memory turns and meets my eyes— A fleeting face, a vanished smile, Lost beneath forgotten skies.

Yet in the haze of years gone by, Where sorrow dances with reverie, The heart revisits one more time Its collection of noir memories.