me and her in the rain
Posted: 05 Feb 2013, 05:11
rain makes
puddles
in the street
outside
of the small
café
as
rain
has been
everyday
this
month
through the
large
window
I watch
as people
jump
from their
cabs,
run
fumbling their
keys,
trying to
escape
into their
apartments
as I sip my
coffee
she sits
down
next to me
“would
you be
sad
if I died?”
“Yes,”
I reply
“I would
cry.”
she finishes
her
breakfast
and walks out
the sad wooden
door
the next
morning
I sip my
coffee
alone
the sun
slowly rises
in the clear
blue sky
in the
streets
the puddles
shrink
I watch
out
through
the large
window
and
cry
puddles
in the street
outside
of the small
café
as
rain
has been
everyday
this
month
through the
large
window
I watch
as people
jump
from their
cabs,
run
fumbling their
keys,
trying to
escape
into their
apartments
as I sip my
coffee
she sits
down
next to me
“would
you be
sad
if I died?”
“Yes,”
I reply
“I would
cry.”
she finishes
her
breakfast
and walks out
the sad wooden
door
the next
morning
I sip my
coffee
alone
the sun
slowly rises
in the clear
blue sky
in the
streets
the puddles
shrink
I watch
out
through
the large
window
and
cry