Should

It is raining.

Every small, stupid raindrop

Shatters on my window

The running in the wet grass

Free, no-one to stop us

For we know

Our hope will always protect us

I open it.

I feel them burst against my skin

One million stories waiting to be retold

Stuck waiting for a train

That will never fly me home

For only ashes can rise from ashes.

Always spoken to

And yet never heard.

Liquid loss.

As soon

As the sun returns

It seems like

There was never any rain at all

I see you reflected in the flawed puddles

Slowly fading away.