I saw you cowering under the umbrella;
rain dribbling down your pointed nose.
Were those real tears cascading over your lips?
Lips, too full and moist, disgusting lips...
Your long black coat flapping in the wind.
You crossed the street and almost tripped
I held my laughter back...into my vacuous throat.
I **** near laughed and dropped my limp marigolds.
I took the red trolley out to the rugged cliffs.
Caught in the ocean's wind; blinded by a twilight moon.
Blustering, as I think back on your pathetic plight.
Lost in the rain of smelly wet, wool coats at night.
Must I return to a Cornish rainstorm? Just...
to look for your guilty, gaunt face; wet with grief.
Then I will show the pain in my face...hidden.
Yes, I did leave your illness of mind in haste.
I see you running across the wet cliff's edge.
Running towards me as the ocean thunders below.
No, I whisper. A passionate kiss will not do. You wave.
Your face glowed. No! You turned and jumped,
Smashed and dead...was not the way to go...