The slow heaving, breathing motion of your chest,
Eyes dare not glance, towards yours, and meet,
And, as a matter of fact, I'd best just look at my feet.
The rapid tempo of the rain tending,
Crashing waves of beating drums trying my heart, un-mending,
Helping me, remain free from comfort
This trial, encroaching my mind for all this to sort.
But, I, you see, said you were special ten times over,
Cared for you, you know, thousand times, even when sober.
I never though, as I recalled,
Said, "I love you",'member, always stalled.
Fair skin, soft and a bit red when blushed,
And when she would smile at me, I felt flushed.
Long, golden hair, smells delight my senses,
Felt warm when she was around, during those harsh winters.
She was the one, years past still, wish to be mine,
And you were lovely, please don't cry, you are divine.
A gift of God you no less are to me,
But, she and me, I want for us to this time be.
Dare I look within your watery eyes,
And even the rain pouring down, incessant from the skies,
Couldn't mask the tears still cascading,
And this glance at you, eroding soon, my persona, awaiting.
You move not, you remain motionless, still,
Looking, not staring, no loathing, no will.
You try to capture the essence of me, perchance,
Remember my image and how we used to romance.
I sit on the ground, soil my pants, no concern, though,
And you sit, too, gazing still in my eyes, following the flow.
Depressed, you mouth to me, "I understand,"
And I felt a bit relieved, and reached out to hold your hand.
We sat next to each other for some time after,
Head rested on my shoulder, and asked some things about her.
Rain slowed some, and you kissed my cheek, wished me the best,
And for one last time, on my shoulder, there you would rest.