The air feels like rain again
I can almost taste it – damp and crisp
It’s something so familiar
And I can’t shake off this déjà vu

The sky is darker than his past
Which only seems ironic now
He kept his secrets buried so deep
But they’re about to come crashing down

He told me once that I was beautiful
And I wonder now if it was ever true
A smoke screen to hide behind
A wrong turning on a carefully laid road

I can hear a distinct rumble in my distance
Almost a drumroll for his inevitability
My deep breath teeters on the edge
Of my own hesitation

I am aware of the sound of my own breathing
Though he stands almost eerily silent
Entirely composed and arrogantly at ease
With the vastness of all his indiscretion

I’m unsure exactly how I knew
But when the heavens finally let go
I feel a certain comfort or even some relief
Knowing I now have nothing left to fear

And when the rain starts falling all around us
I am inexplicably warm and dry
While he is bathed in the fallout of every mistake he ever made
I can only smile, content with the opportunity of another day.