A light shone blinding me, cast down a shadow.

Within it, the lack of color observed, my profile defiled, my monochromatic unflinching unflattered uninflated persona bared for

the world and more to see, me, but inside it was empty, like looking for sugar in the sea, I was naked, burn't upon the pavement. My deeds a memory beheld by few and fewer still observe as moments later my mark obliterated completely, eclipsed.

The shadow gone, after only not so long, replaced in it's space by a much tidier subject to grace the cracked but oh so wizened and experienced stretch of pavement;

A line in a passionate garnet traced along to meet another, gentle green and azure, the hands of budding young prodigy set to motion upon this wasteland to create

A heart, with letters, an arrow, and a message depicting young and foolish attraction. Flee, child, 'afore you splatter along the pavement like so many hopeful rodents.

Memory is like a shadow, and experience is memory learned, so the shadow speaks and spake to me then, and wish it now do you, for only in the peaceful dim does a shadow exist so slight as to whisper, a memory so faint as to carry a message with the strength to topple kings;

Life is short, and love is trivial, but it will always be a worthwhile venture to partake, for no other reason than simply the stories and whispers it bequeaths to it's victims.

Happy Valentine's Day, kids.