I woke up
to the pounding of the rain on the roof
with the cruel misconception
that it was your heartbeat
I lay
listening
as the raging storm reminded me
of the way we used to ****
I admit to the sick thought
that I hope you call her my name in bed
and I hope it leaves you wanting more
and that the rain streaming down the window pane
reminds you of my face
when I watched you walk away