Wet Asphalt

The smell of rainfall on the pavement Creates a face that I can't place Over the years I lost your voice It's low, and coy, and beautifully yours Or so I believe I can't recall the last words you spoke Or if you were ever more than just the smell of dirt Please don't let go Even if you're not real Please leave your memory with me The glowing gold of streetlights loom Please don't let go Please hold on for me Please don't let go Please hold on for me