Smell of rainwater on a
Warm street.
Smoke rising from
Around our feet; small fires
Between dimensions
That hold pain
And relief
Simultaneously.

There should be
(Oh my God,)
An orchestra playing
(I'm actually)
Heartbreaking music
(Losing her.)
Like in a movie,

Not just her and
Me raining away
From each other
In this ****
Silence,

Where I'd rather be
Any one of the
Other people in this
Street
That have umbrellas
Over their hearts and heads,
And are free from
Ice and fractures
On the
Inside.