Your hands fall
on the sides
of your hips
and a sigh
rolls out of
your mouth
You run through
lines you wished
you had said
but the script
disappears
as it comes
to an end
You wait for
silver pebbles
to be thrown
up at your window
but all you get
are the naked
tree branches
whacking the
glass in the storm
You wait for the
warmth of someone
else to come up
behind you and
hold you close
but all you get
is a damp
rain coat
So your cold
hands fall
again and
your face begins
to drip into a sad
puddle of numbness