Beauty Thriving

Rain drops pounding on the pavement like the beating of a drum.

I lay here, waiting for a phone call that I know will never come. 

The cord is tangled through my heartstrings,

Bruises forming from the pressure that the rain brings.

Darkness falls and the clouds fade away,

I hear your lingering whisper, your unmistakable inflections uttered to me clear as day.

And I begin to lose myself in toxic memories of you,

Feel myself slipping into the diluted pool of feelings I've renewed. 

Wonderful and happy, causing nothing but crushing pain, 

I remember what I've lost as the stars shine through the rain. 

And I refuse to believe all hope is lost for us if beauty like that can thrive,

When there are shattered heart like mine, everyday fighting to survive.