Rain falls like white noise
on the roof of the car
as we sit in the parking lot
silent.
She says, “I miss
these moments.”
I say, “How
can you miss them
when they’re happening right
in front of you?”
The rain picks up,
turns into thuds
on the windshield,
it becomes a rainshield,
holding back the roar.
Muffled words are between
us. “You’re not listening,
are you.” She says. “I can hear
every drop.” I say.
We speak like strangers
who have known each other
for years.
Awkward and beautiful
like rusted drops of rain.
This is lovely. I feel the muffled words. Love so many expressions: “I miss
ReplyDeletethese moments.”“How can you miss them when they’re happening right
in front of you?”
Very profound.
LOVE: You’re not listening,
are you.” She says. “I can hear
every drop.” I say.
LOVE:We speak like strangers
who have known each other
for years.
DON'T Understand: Awkward and beautiful
like rusted drops of rain. I like the awkward and beautiful part. don't understand rusted drops of rain.