sweet cricket-chirp
on a rainy day;
we have nothing much
to say.
the day goes on like a day
and nothing happens.
unchanged —
the oceans and the air
and we are both scared
of just that.
if love happens,
does it not happen
like in the movies?
do i not burst into song
and hope that everything
goes wrong,
to go right again?
is it even love
if the music doesn't play

now

here,

as we bid goodbye?
does it matter why
it's not as lovely
when it's easy
to leave and
to get by?
maybe
we can hope
to try.
and love,
maybe
just maybe,
we can love
in the most ordinary way
here
so comfortable —
sweet cricket-chirp,
rain
and nothing much
to say.