the rain is coming

your voice wakes me,

once again,

my dreams betray me,

romantic delusions reveal

my quiet inability

to e s c a p e from you

my thoughts

spin

like fan blades

i loved you so much, i did,

i loved you.

i

still

love

you,

but you wouldn't know,

tucked in

next to somebody else,

warm under your cappuccino covers,

and next to me

is a space

you never filled.

the holes in my quilt

remind me how

you turned my veins into glaciers

so callously.

why do you deserve to know

my hands still roam for you?

you were the one

the only person with whom

i ever ached to

share

solitude

i don’t want you to be

the one that

got

a

w

a

y

i want you to know

i haven’t spent a minute

trying to unlearn your name

but you'll never understand

the years i spent

wanting to catch

s n o w

f l a k e s

with our tongues.

go on,

post those pictures

taken of you

waltzing in the

s e t t i n g

sun.

i'm promised

better days are coming,

but i hear

the w e a t h e r v a n e creak outside,

i feel the ravens circle the rooftop,

the

r

a

i

n

is coming.

the rain is coming.