Literature
Our Rain
It was a Sunday.
The skies where grey and the clouds above
Threatened to shed their tears.
We drove through misted streets,
We drove through time.
To a night I will remember.
The dark sky grew darker as night approached,
And rather than go home,
We sat in the darkening darkness. The emptiness.
And the familiarity of the concrete lot began to sink in.
Memories poured from your mouth, your eyes sad. Scared.
The sounds made by your tongue fell around me,
Building a cage.
Barricading reason.
I tried to let the words resonate with me.
I lost so much in that moment...
You narrated the tragic tale and my ears listened,
Not completel