I haven't written in a while
so maybe I'll try
to appeal
to your eyes
once again.

Maybe not.

It's raining in Prague.
I walked by seven people
with their heads down.

What are they looking at?
Not me. That's for sure.
No one smiles here,
not like you.
With all of your teeth;
warming my blood
and seducing
a small squeal
to emerge
from the depths
of my toes.

Such a girl.

Yes, I am such a girl
on this rainy day.
Where trees look like sagging shoulders,
and the ground an endless cobblestone
with a thin layer of reflection.

I walked alone through the square.
Have you ever noticed
how everything is lonelier
when it rains?
I don't mind.
I sat
under my blue polka dot
umbrella,
(Of course)
and watched the puddles build
as the people all fled
like a flood of their own.
Sea of raincoats,
and little dog raincoats,
scurrying home
to the embrace
of their own you's.

I miss you.
You know that, right?
This rain can't wash
even that away.
I tried to write
under the blue armor
but the rain got to my words
and they were gone.
Stupid rain.

Remember when you
held my hand
and helped me
hop mini rivers
in the middle of the night?

I do.
We were so young.
"**** Umbrellas!"
"Put that **** away!"
You wailed,
with your playful
less damaged
voice.
And I did.
Because you are you,
and I am me,
and I will follow you
until the rain washes
me away.

But I know you'd just swim
after me
anyway.

Or at least I'd
love
to think so.