Is the woman in the window 1 of us?A soft rain - not like this - misting catching the afternoon street lights as winter pm starts shadowily. Coffee shops and walks by water and kisses, tenderness and laughing. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Quiet, almost out-of-tune guitar starts, and the flat vocals. Dots of rain in your hair. A cat in the corner. Pure window dressing. I know things about people, Lilly. Punch punch punch - jabs and shiny gloves and roundhouses and rights and sweat flying in the gym.