Poem: After The Rain
Poem: After The Rain
After the rain the lamps
Casts little watercolor suns on the roads like
A Van Gogh painting.
Alone, I congratulate myself
On having moved one storm closer
To the precipice.
Our time together was like
Watching the advent candles go out one by one.
I sang hymns, you made tea.
We held hands and waited for everything to end.
Our time together was like
The final puzzle piece; only instead of finishing
I leveled up and you disappeared.
I leveled up, and the frame was empty.
After the rain, everything is still dirty.
Alone, you congratulate yourself
On leveling up.
Alone, you tell yourself that one day,
Post-precipice
The game will finally go on without you.
A day will come, post-precipice
Which will see me singing hymns, whilst you make tea.
And we will hold hands
And wait for everything to begin.