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