She said. He didn't heard

“Tonight I can’t see the light;
the streetlights blur from my place
the drizzle looks like you walking,
a series of mirrors looking for something.

Down the rain you’re too dry to touch me
even your tears can't make you wet to see me.
And I am so cold without your softly white skin.

Why there’s no way to tell you how much I feel
for you now? Why my waves are in another
electromagnetic channel?”

She said, while she was lying in her street
with a pen close to her and her hands and fingers wrinkled.