An Imperfect Cold


It feels
like an imperfect cold
falling from heaven
with the grace of a lover's pain
burdened by the emotions
of I'm so sorry
and can't we just try to be . . .
please, baby

It feels
like an imperfect cold
falling from a brooding sky of dark clouds
with each drop proposing
a compromise
to let time
figure out where we are
as we try to figure out where we're going

I'm guessing
I could play the blues
and let our story play out
while the rain runs its course
I guess
I could let go
and not worry
while hoping the sun
will one day be
bright enough to wipe her tears away
but it's just so cold
without her next to me

That is lovely. That is that moment that love is in limbo.. Good writing.