down came the rain

in the middle of the prolonged goodbyes
and the champagne and sugar highs
in the middle of the two way street
and the faded drum beat of our feet
in the middle of weighed down words
and silenced concerns
came the rain



dancing on lonely lampposts
and the stranded street bicycles
streaming down innocent alleyways
and colliding with umbrelled love
you and i sat in contemplation
watched listened and became the rain
free falling and gliding so smoothly
in our careless destruction of self
window gazing wanderers
we were
as we watched and waited on the rain
suspended tears in time
yours maybe
maybe even mine
combined
purging of checked emotions
under the guise of telltale signs
while we sat there
carefully underlined in our
matter-of-fact minds
watching waiting listening
and hesitating
over and under
the rain

photo taken by anne
http://www.annelewis.blogspot.com

c.c. my playmate

you are
smooth talking bubble gum popping confidence
hiding a musical score of insecurities
that i've learned to see through
you are
romeo and juliet in your till death do us part soliloquy
without the poison to take the plunge
you are
faded photographs
worn in shoes
that favourite pair of jeans you should part with
but still feel attached to
you are
there without consent
and here with my permission
you are
past
present
and a part of some future tenses
you are
eating away my insides
drilling a hole in my conscience
scribbled across my heart
in permanent marker
that is beginning to meet its match
you are
a piece of a puzzle i'm close to completing
you are
a star i've believed in
upon whispering a wish
to the lonely night sky
you are
linked to some membrane
that resides in the back of my brain
you are
tugging at my heart strings
you are
wearing down my chosen path
you are
interrupting some logical flow
that predates this grey space
in which we now grow
you are
making simple words the hardest to say
you are
my slow moving ticking time bomb
and i've had three explosions too many
you are
the stuff that dreams are made of
when you're haunted by last chances
you are
waiting to exhale
hoping to breathe
desperately needing to need
you are
scared of being forgotten
you are
a perpetual calendar girl
with dates and times
and plans and lines
written down and stored away
you are
hopelessly romantic in your
strained eyesight
you are
more or less
one of too few
and too few of
one thing
you are
......you are