rain sitting the Sunday blues away
holding on tight for i'm afraid if i lose sight
of you
then our story will never have been true.
water droplets in my hair
cut short like the Leander years
to his dismay
i was never worth the stay.
closing my eyes as i count to ten
letting the wind bury me in the dirt
all i ask is flowers are planted
to honor what i thought this life was worth.
not saying goodbye for i’m not sure how to.
just practicing what it means to say
i don’t love you
anymore.
your voice
nor your lore
are part of me
anymore.
but i’ll spend every rainstorm watching for you
to hear the patter of your shoes
in the holiday news or midweek blues
rain sitting into
my night
with all of my fright
i let the floodwaters pull my house
a p a r t
and i don’t weep, no.
i let it make me into art
i draw up new prints
and build it all up again
and when the waters come back
i let it get torn to the ground
and i start back up
a never-ending funeral of the love i once lost
but the sun is coming out
with a thunderstorm way out east
and i’m remembering
every time you left me
a ray would find me
in my screams and say three things:
love doesn’t hurt the divine.
they’ll never see you cry
this feeling will leave you in time.
teaching me, the sun does lie.
but only - and i mean only
to let you believe,
you’ll be alright.
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