Three pats on the windshield,
and you say the rain has started--
but the drops fell five-thousand feet, and,
factoring in the wind, and the size of the raindrops,
the rain had started over three minutes ago.
And against the wind, against all odds,
it fell between us, parked outside your
home in the suburbs.

So when you whisper "It's over",
and grab your bag to leave,
I am still; because we fell roughly
five-hundred and twenty-five thousand,
nine-hundred forty-nine times longer
than the raindrops did to remind me
that I knew we were already done.