when i hear people talk about true love,
they always describe oceans and grass,
clouds, sunshine
and rain.
sometimes i hear people talk about
pavements and traffic lights,
cigarettes and lighters,
and journeys
like you could even love someone with your mind

but hell, let me tell you this:

oceans dry up
grass gets cut
clouds float away
pavements find an end
cigarettes meet the filter
and your lighters will run out of gas

your mind?
you'll lose that in an instant
your love will be all you breathe and think for
all you live and yearn for

and the rain,
**** the rain
because the rain can stop falling
and god,
you can't
-a.p.s