Remember how we used to love
the rain? We would rush out and
dance like the first flowers of
spring.
No longer did we need that
Red Stripe watering can, down it went
in a gargle of defiance.
The wetter we got the happier we were
my laugh ebbing with the flow of your
liquid giggle. Jumpers, jackets, t-shirts,
hats and even socks exchanged –
anything to withstand the chill. you were
never afraid to catch a cold, were you?
Now I walk in the rain hoping it will wash
you away, trickle down my spine, form
an oasis in the small of my back. What
falls just coats me with another layer of
grief.
Lost Love, at sea,
drowning guilt,
waiting for the boat to
tilt.
