A Constant Rain

A constant rain I’m sitting here watching the rain fall down the windows in perfect time with the tears on my face, my lips are dry, they crack under their salty quench. I’m starring at the road, up the buildings walls, to the sky. It is all a long blur of wet, dismal grey. I’ve got that lonesome feeling again, the sticky remains of black mascara, smeared all over my face. Resting my head on the window, my breath leaving perfect white rings on the pane. I’ve been wondering if I am the last person alive. No one moving and nothing making a sound. Only my broken heart and bitten nails to spend time with me. It’s rained for the tenth day straight today. I remember how you loved to watch it fall, just smiling and sipping your coffee. I can still taste the burned black liquid on my tongue. It’s the constant cold that has me missing you even more than usual now. Wishing to hold you, in your thick sweater, to feel it scratchy on my arms, never minding the itch. I feel myself melting, like the damp world before me. See my body slipping away into the bleakness. I slide down inside myself and hide from all these conflicting emotions within me. I thought the rain would wash away my pain, but I was wrong like normal. Dead wrong... 5/14/2006............evening