Soaking my clothes.
Soaking your clothes.
We stand apart.
You there.
And me here.
Cars thunder past between us,
As thunder and lightning
Explode like a warzone in the sky.
The same warzone dukes it out in my
Head, behind my eyes.
I had never seen you so beautiful,
Standing with your bags at your feet.
I had yelled for you to wait,
For you to stop and think.
To listen to me.
But...I ran out of words.
My mine was blank.
I look into your awaiting eyes,
I take in your form as you stand there,
The rain pouring down with an Apocalyptic force.
You shrug.
I shrug.
And you leave.
And I’m alone.
...come back.