the rain
just keeps on coming
and coming
and coming
and coming
taking away
the dirt
the grime
with buckets
and buckets of water

i just hope it takes away
some of my thoughts with it
leaving only flowers to grow in its place

we made eye contact through the mirror
as she slowly played with my hair behind me
she sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"you know? you just have to force yourself to do what you love."

you reminded me of honey
soft skin
sweet smile
my lips kissing yours
while the sunlight
cast us in a champagne sheen of gold

i can't remember my dreams anymore
not the ones i fashioned when i was asleep
nor when i was awake

"what do you miss most in the world?"
"you."
"but i'm right here."
"that's the problem."

"do you love me?"
"i did once."