the street is drenched
wet
water falling from the sky
like it needed a cry
a beautiful reminder
that everything
pulses with life
it is pouring outside
and i open his window
to stick my head out
into the night
he brings his face
next to mine
a couple staring at rain
it is almost cliche
but i don’t mind
and the air on my face
is cold
the confidence dripping
from his expression
is bold
he pulls me closer
close enough to hold
even as i live the moment
i know it will be a poem
i already see the words
forming on a page
i think my brain
begs for other people to know him
in this way
i have ached for intimacy
and when he pulls
himself into me
i breathe with relief
and let go of the grief
my face is slightly
damp with rain
but i can’t find it in me
to feel pain
i feel slightly less insane
his innate ability
to understand my brain
makes me want to stay
my darling,
i want to stay.
21:18 - 21/07/25