Something that meant something

The sheen
Is slick with amber
The streets all a'glow
Some footsteps might make a sound
An echo
Before the sole crunches the pavement
A sound born from
Beyond where it came
Going back to the same place
That it sprung.

Sitting out here,
Watching all this,
Thinking these things -
Oh my
How lovely.

They come from nowhere
Disappear hence,
But have their opinions;
Have their
Ways of seeing.

How lovely.
Isn't it?

Well,
What's the alternative?

Not much.
But one could always argue otherwise.
In fact,
Isn't that the whole point?

Heh.

Yes but -
Extremes.
And values!
And this
And that.
Means -
Something.
Something good.
Something pure.
Something
Definable.
And
Worthy.

Yes.
We'll change the world,
Shall we?

With this,
And that,
And,

There was this woman,
That I knew
Who was
Perfect.
Difficult to describe
(even for a ----),
Yet still -
She existed.

We had a lot of fun.

Didn't talk so much about
This.
Why?

Because we existed.
And was fun.

Echoes
Incontrovertible with
A footfall.
Something
That meant something.
(at the time)