I couldn't tell you at the time.
You were trying hard to drive.
The rain made our vision mauve,
but somehow you got me home, safe.
You are always, the sweetest thing.
Even when its bright and early,
and you're at your crankiest, you try
to remind me how much I'm
the one you hate the least.
But eventually, you might.
I couldn't tell you at the time,
we were listening to Frank.
The rain invaded every line,
but I sang to it the same.
And when it became severe,
you held my fingers and you steered.
We looked closer than eyelids,
Center console, kept us divided,
You told me it'd be alright.
while we listened to "Nights."
And as I'm walking to my car...
In a church parking lot.
With the rain pouring down and the sky dark...
I start to shout:
Hey it's RAINING!!
Do you know what we do when this happens?
I stretch my arms out and feel the cool air.
As if I was in another conversation I shout:
Because I believed she saved my life!!
Look at me, I'm hysterical!
I can't stop laughing.
I've cried so much that my pain is just... funny.
I get in my car and blast the music as I drive home.
The rain really coming down, so much that my sight is almost hazy.
And I fear that I might hydroplane my car into oblivion.
But as I drive smoothly, I start to feel a sense of peace.
And I didn't care if I was about to die or not.
"Hey God, if I die right now... I think I'm okay."
And then I proceed to hit a bump and scare myself into driving again...
Not my smartest moment.
But I do eventually make it home.
I turn off the car and just watch the rain hit the windshield.
Watching the droplets fill the windows and blur the scene.
And I think to myself:
*How did I get here in my life?
So this is how I begin my 3rd week of personal pain...
— The End —