it's pouring right now
but you'd never know that
nineteen floors up

not sure of the time
but that's okay

the thought of those hands
on the watch face
but your hands
not on my face
cripples me

all of the i's
in the letters i write you
get their dots
but i miss yours
and how i drowned
every time i looked
into them

i've given a few people
shy smiles
on the street
and have received
odd stares
in return

smiles that were not
meant for them
but instead for you
because i'd hear
what i thought
was your voice
behind me

it wasn't behind me
though
it was within me
and i'm not even
certain
it was your voice
i was hearing
because even that
is blurring

it's raining now
no longer pouring
i stand up
and look down
into the night

i wonder if you
think of me
when i think
of you
it's quite often
that i do this

but part of me
fears that if i don't
i'll lose you
in every other way
i haven't already
managed to