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I lay on wet asphalt with the rain
pelting and stinging.
the furious grey clouds before me
mock and taunt,
thunderous laughter at my plight.

My hand rests on my chest,
covering the gaping hole
you left when you said goodbye.
I gasp for breath with burning lungs;
tears mix with rain on this road.

Things are muted and blurred;
I can’t tell what’s real
and what my mind wishes was true.
I thought I saw you
standing on a street corner
where we waited for a bus
so many months ago.

I raised my hand in greeting
and you disappeared
like a memory,
programmed by my mind
to fade away with time.

And you’re fading away
like mist in the morning
and snow in the spring.
You’re leaving my life
and I’m finding myself.