Rain and Heartache

Heavy ink-tinged clouds drop dew splattered attacks across my visage. Drifting arms splayed in surrender, I embrace the crush of brokenness that envelops an armored heart. A hollowness drills in dull drumbeats in the pitter-patter of beaded drops. It's a welcome retreat, stinging of sacrifice, though annums have expired, behind guises of healing, I harbor the chills of loss without outward censure. Numb epigrams, spoken multi-fold to my ear, bear breakage behind closed doors. Planning to assuage the bruise and restrain myself, a burden of knowledge that you still left, and the falling rain caught on...