never.rained.at.all

 

I can’t be certain

but I think

we just beat the rain…

 it was sinking in fast

whatever they sold me;

but

something extraordinary,

some vital epiphany

…you…

pulled me out

and fate

like an arrow

pierced my soul:

your skin,

flawless

radiating with what I can only call

invitation

my hopelessness, transforming into

a ghost with no one to haunt.

unexpectedly

it’s as if

I am walking in my dreams

(no longer frigidly indifferent)

love came back to life.

realizing

understanding

recognizing that

my life is nothing but this:

the delicate calligraphy

of lines

around your eyes,

and this longing inside me

so deep

so tight

it makes my throat dry.

understanding

recognizing

realizing that

I have come

to breathe life back into you;

you,

to save me.

which is all to say that

the story we finish

is so rarely

the one we began

and sometimes we find

it’s like it never rained at all.