want vs need

there was this red awning, ripped torn and saturated. the frayed ends were the ones most dripping. the rains never seemed to stop, outside with no umbrella and from across the street. laugh from afar until noticed who it was. the days have been killing and the others, still just that. i go home to work these days. she stepped so between cracked sidewalks dully reflecting the street light and shadowy passer-bys. given in to this. running with.