When it pours,
I drown in you more.

For the rain reminds me of your touch.
Her tears that run down the surface of my skin,
Yet deeper than where blood flows.
Droplets dangling from my fingertips,
Not wanting to let go.
And the soft sting of a kiss,
That was washed away too soon…

She tells me how much she misses the sky
I tell her how much I miss you.
© ShaneDC