We Danced In the Downpour

We danced in the downpour The rains falls not hard, more of a drizzle this late Winter night leaning on the light post across the street, watching the light in your window, glowing slats through mini blinds, outlines of your silhouette, damp steel seeping my jacket, cars pass, wipers waving, splashing in circular patterns, glistening tire tracks, straight lines on the damp asphalt Staring up, dreaming, still feeling your good night kiss, wondering if you know I am nothing without you, my life is because of you So many years spent floating, blurs in lingering dark shadows curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news, broken bleachers where others met, and I watched, fearing never me, darkness would be my hand to hold, lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes, a clean plate in line for desert, they just ran out, vanilla pudding disappointment, and it was... I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light, as I notice the lamp in your room is out, when did that happen, where was I, and the drizzle coats my glasses A chill claims me as the street light flickers and I suppose it's time to go in these saturated high tops squishing as I pace this sidewalk of smeared chalk masterpieces My heart aches again, my life, this night, every night on an avenue to the border, is truly nothing without you, an empty hull hauling cargo of the past, an existence worth the lint in my pocket, a poem folded and kept, written for you in dreams pasted on walls of off-white, in a hallway of desire with your name layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat and I wonder if you know...there is no other, none that can compare, none that could ever be, no one will ever touch me, thrill me or love me like you do and I will not be... I will not be, I can not be without you Turning to leave these clinging shadows, sighing I want you but the hour is now late, you’re probably in bed, but any time away from you is lonely The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain all but blocking my view, blinding me, when a hand on my arm spins me, it is you, drenched, smiling brown eyes on this dreary night as you tell me you know, you know and it is me and you mean it, I can tell We dance in the downpour, it is us and we are in love, to the melody of the rain, our song, they are all our songs, kicking puddles and laughing with wet eye lashes, kissing, soaked with love, with devotion and sunny days, moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light and forever...you and me Good night Soupers