I'm sorry
The rain falls
rhythmically on the
nape of my neck.
I promise, it'll be different
My body quakes with
chills, I convulse
at your words.
Please
I can see a steady
stream of water pouring
over my eyes.
I still love you
My blood runs cold,
I lose all feeling in
my hands and feet.
My heart skips a beat,
not out of love, but from
lack of warmth.
You're an illusion,
a figment of someone else's
imagination.
I am cold and wet.
I'm going home.