Rain Stops, Goodbye.

The story of missed love.

I'm walking down a Roman road, When my bright, sunny day becomes a storm.

I run and take shelter in a quiet taverna.

I see you there.

a handsome man of my type.

The paint stains on your hands tell me what you dont need to.

The sketchbook in your lap is filled with beauty that I don't think anyone else sees.

You give me a gentle smile, and continue your lunch.

I sit close enough so you can see whats in my sketchbook,and the paint stains fresh on my hands.

I grab my pen and pretend to sketch a random man.

Please look up!
Please say Hi!

The rain stops.

Crestfallen, I grab my bag and walk out the door.

Why didnt you look up!?

Why didnt you say Hi!?

You could have asked my name!

You could have told me yours!

Why couldnt you ask me where i'm from?

I'm Obviously not Italian!

Mabie you were afraid I didnt know Italian?

Amore! Amore! Amore!

I wanted to love you!

Well, in any case,

The rain has stopped, Good bye.

Reviews

[Chris]

so many untraveled paths... so many unknown wishes...

[_]

a missed love a topic i'll never understand.