new poem... written as i sat here

[perfect_liar]

Instant Hydration

He left on a day
when rain fell in curtains,
but never really fell at all.
Because water splashed
between his toes
but dried before it
touched the air.

He left on a day
when sun meant nothing
but night
and alone.
Because light never reaches
the corners of the alleys.

He left on a day
when rain and sun created
pain instead of rainbows.
Because pretty things
were always dirty
and dirty things
never meant salvation.