Draft 5: Always Space

[ZonaIncerta]

We could leave for boba tea as they sing
on the karaoke, and hear their echoes
give in to a choir of croaking frogs, and
a petrichor might accompany us on our walk,                                     For me, the poem really kicks off at this point
blankly murmuring beneath the street
about a past life that kept us waiting indoors.

We would be carried, in the under streetlights,                                   Don't know if "in" is the correct preposition here; "under" or "'neath the" might sound better?
by our laughter to a plaza
overgrown today with sticker weeds and thistle.

Those stores now loom in vacancy, as one edifice a single structure      I agree with Majestic Sun that the word "edifice" feels a bit out of place, though replacing it with "building" sounds a bit bland 
diffusing a silence that estranged us; yet,                                           to me.
that moment, crystallized in rain and laughter,
remains in that familiar darkness                                                       You might consider using "trickling" instead of "remains" (entirely different meaning, but I think it fits with the rain and all)
between two worlds, where there is always space
for all of us.

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