It rained
on a Tuesday afternoon
puddled
pictures streaming down the glass
while my
coffee steamed.
The sound
of wet wheels on the street
snuck in
through the open door
and I saw
you for the first time, dripping.
And I
forget the feeling
of
sleeping by your side
the way
you held me softly
that rainy
night
You bought
a slice of cherry pie
lit up,
sat back, and closed you eyes
smoke
curling round you.
I don’t
know why you caught my eye
but I
remember how you smiled
we ran
into the night, hoping
And I
forget the feeling
run
fingers through your hair
so now I’m
sleeping lonely
wishing
you were there.
The
streetlamp cast a gloomy light
your
shadow flickered on the street
before my
eyes could dry it faded.
So now
it’s raining every day;
I stir my
coffee but it’s cold
I stare at
nothing and I’m tired.
I can’t
forget the feeling
that claws
me deep inside
whatever
we were sharing
now I know
it died.
-Nicola Barber