drizzle

it's just a little drizzle on my shoulders now

my hands are empty of yours and

i've never felt so light before

there you are -

side of the road; last month's heartbreak still on your face

hands in pockets and words shoved even deeper

i bring up love

and you bring up how forever was never ours

to claim, except i wanted us more than

the air in my lungs

(i tried to trade one for the other and you

still didn't know what to say)

the poetry i write is stinking

of greyscale rain your hands are the cold

of another girl's and this will be the part where i

walk away