that i ever happened

feels like it should rain

inside this room;

soaking me

in nothing

that can be preserved.

this pool

where you used to be

spilling down hill

in a stream

of conscience

that left me

at its threshold

you'll find me,

molecules frozen,

in this storm -

waiting

cold and patient.

afraid of confrontation;

emotional laryngitis

warm in my flaws

i would tell you,

if the thunder behind your eyes

would quiet,

that your not to blame

for this night;

this insistent rain.

but i need someone to claim

this water on my skin.