I remember when for once, for the only time in my life
I meant everything to one person
And that person was you.
Now it doesn’t rain very often
As if the world we live in, has acted out what we feel inside
Dry and forgotten
Though I
Can never forget
And when I want it to hurt
In a way that scouges and burns
Even beneath water
I let myself go back in time
And you wash over me
All the grief of
Things I can only say now
In the rain
Loud enough to drown out
My raw cries
Heavy and wet so no tears are seen
Rain makes my pain invisible
Erasing need to close doors and scream into towels
I can stand outside in front of the world
And things said in the rain
Will never be caught
They will slide from my tongue
Down my wet emptying surfaces
As they howl and beg for you
As they replay closure over and over
Ripping off nearly healed scab
Like a needle desperate to play
A song without words
Though there were so many
Things said and nothing stuck
It simply washed away
Taking with it
The part of me grown in your light
Never thinking she could be adored
Or matter, as once beneath you, she did.
Now I hardly recognize
That young woman
With her dream and her search
For rain
And for you
Winding up the car window
Our wet hands touching
On different sides of glass.
TheFeatheredSleep 