brendan. refills me with keystrokes and water

[and_it_rains]

as the rain returns and continues and i know it was me
with you
I message to thank you for your time and cigarettes and you write me back that

everything will be ok.

And it rains harder and I cry in the bath tub because I know it will be and I've known it since we sat together for the first time in eight years yesterday.

you are a part of me or
there's this resonance that
when when we're in physical proximity

a part of me feels nourished that I hadn't noticed was wizened with hunger.

and you seemed and said so much so much older and grey and scarred and mortality and disillusion weigh you down now and it seems like and i don't know how you still manage to give me what i came for when your reserves are so low and it should be me: to you:

everything.
will be ok.

I love you and I carry you with me
always

I don't know how you gave me back the rain.
I didn't think it could be done.
I'd forgotten to believe in it.

everything.
will be ok.