Rain

Anna Horgan 

You stand there in the pouring rain not knowing what to say. The sky is dark as you look across at the empty park. Tensions tight from the fight now you just want to take flight. You’re not a bird though so you can’t leave the scene that you wish never came to be. No longer holding hands, and having canceled any plans. Start to step towards the door because you can’t take the loud silence anymore. Then you recall a certain laugh and want to rewrite the broken path. So you turn around swiftly and say, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay”.

You look dead into those bright eyes and reach for the unshaven arm laying limply by the side. Look up at the downhearted face that holds your heart in a protected locked case. Tears start to fall, you just want to dissolve. Just about to leave but something inside tells you that if you do you’ll just grieve. You start to grow colder but then a jacket is placed on your shoulder. You’re glad to be able to say that they’re not the one who got away. You now see the rain in a different light, merry that it wasn’t the last fight. The rain is now our little game, reminding us of the night we almost left both in pain.