The End
I stood in the rain,and she stood with me.We held each other close and I ran my hand through her hair,dripping wet and soggy.Her hand was on the small of my back,moving in a circle as if drawing a portrait for me and me alone.
My tears fell,as they have not in a long time,but the rain masked them well.What else is the rain for except for masking tears.I could tell where my tears were,their warmth stood out from the freezing cold of the wind.I could feel as they traced a path down my cheek and into her hair.
We stood that way for a long time,I could feel the swell of her breasts through her shirt and through my skin,and they rose and fell with every breath.
She was crying too.Her tears felt as real as mine,and her mascara left a deep color on my shirt.
She was the girl in the park,and she was the girl by the lake and she was the spider in my dreams.
She was all these things,and above all,she was the love of my life.
The rain blurred everything around me,or was that just me.I dont know anymore,and the more i think back on it the more seems lost to me.
We stood in my memory with the rain for an eternity.And at the end of it all I let her go,she picked up her suitcase and she walked out of the rain,or into the world.
Gone with her was her hot breath,her tears,her laugh,her smell,her life.
Her kiss.
And there i was in the rain,in my pocket the ciggarette man had given me.
And in my living room,the painting she had left me
And in my memory,the conversation we had beside the lake.
My tears fell,as they have not in a long time,but the rain masked them well.What else is the rain for except for masking tears.I could tell where my tears were,their warmth stood out from the freezing cold of the wind.I could feel as they traced a path down my cheek and into her hair.
We stood that way for a long time,I could feel the swell of her breasts through her shirt and through my skin,and they rose and fell with every breath.
She was crying too.Her tears felt as real as mine,and her mascara left a deep color on my shirt.
She was the girl in the park,and she was the girl by the lake and she was the spider in my dreams.
She was all these things,and above all,she was the love of my life.
The rain blurred everything around me,or was that just me.I dont know anymore,and the more i think back on it the more seems lost to me.
We stood in my memory with the rain for an eternity.And at the end of it all I let her go,she picked up her suitcase and she walked out of the rain,or into the world.
Gone with her was her hot breath,her tears,her laugh,her smell,her life.
Her kiss.
And there i was in the rain,in my pocket the ciggarette man had given me.
And in my living room,the painting she had left me
And in my memory,the conversation we had beside the lake.