one night
many moons ago
I laid face down in the middle
of the street
spilling secrets to the concrete
and hoped
the stars would listen
your name poured
out of my mouth
like I was drawing a bath tub
full of doubt
and never stopping
to pull the plug
I'd let the water spill
over the edge and flood
the bathroom floor
forming a hurricane of
memories
where I swore
you loved me
more