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I’ve been wondering if it was possible to write a short fiction cover of a popular song.  So, with all due respect, I’m going to give this a try, and if it doesn’t work, well, piss off.  All credit to the original composers of this song, Mr. Jones, Mr. Page, and Mr. Plant. 

As I walk, pools of shadow stretch out before me. Splashing across the street and crawling up the walls. Their glossy tendrils attempting to steal some of my warmth. I have no need to shelter myself from their cold grasp, as my thoughts turn to you.

The light of your eyes still ignites me. A glow that is hard to extinguish. Even though it has been long since we spoke. Even as the wind picks up. A slight quiver runs through the length of my body. But this is not the effect of the cold. It is a deep desire for you. To see the warmth of your smile. Feel the thrill of your touch. But I know that my shaking will stop. You will show up and make things all right.

I walk up the street a bit further. I reflect on the things you have told me. How you swore that you’d love me completely. That our love would always burn brightly. I know that you would never leave me. But here I stand waiting for you. Like an actor in an old movie. The grey sky dimly above me. The black street laughing below. I want to make all your dreams come true.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. Standing and waiting alone. I think that love might be hopless. I’m standing here feeling blue.

The sky opens up above me. And the rain, it begins tumbling down. Huge drops fall all around me. The wind blowing them into my face. I’ll stand here on this dark corner, and watch the people go shuffling by. I wonder where they might be going. Is sombody waiting for them?

I’ll wait for ten minutes more and then go home. I can’t put myself through this much longer. I watch the clock on the wall slowly turning. The time clicking quietly past. And now my heart is tight in my chest. The beats begin thumping out louder. My spirits are starting to sag. This storm I had hoped would blow over, is clouding the light of the love that I’d found.

And the hands on the clock keep on ticking. No matter how hard I keep staring, I can’t find a way to get time to stop. And then I keep thinking this over. How could I mistake your true feelings. Could the light in your eyes have been faking.

I see it play out in my daydream. I don’t seem to be there with you.

The night is again encroaching. The dark coming swiftly down. The rain doesn’t seem to be stopping. There’s no light out tonight to be found.

I need to move on. The rain, is pouring down, the cold, the wind. The night. Closing in. I need to get home. I need to move on.

Now my body lets out a big shudder. I shake off great beads of sweat. My palms have become cold and they’re clammy. I should never have begun to doubt you. I’ve made everything a terrible mess.

Then I run in the rain untill breathless. When I’m breathless I run till I drop. The thoughts of a fool are quite careless. I’m a fool waiting on the wrong block.