It's

funny

how you

look at me

when the rain

is falling down around

us, Like you expect me to crack

some joke And you're posed,

ready to laugh. I don't know

what you're really waiting

for. Maybe for me to say

it's not real, or that I

don't care. I just

watch

 

the

droplets

gather and

slide down your

cheeks from your

lashes to the ground.

Somehow, I think they're

more beautiful  than  even  the  rain. I  open  my  mouth  wide,  just  to  tell you that truth,

but you're already  looking  away.  I  want  to  shout  it, scream  it, whisper  it  in  your ear.

I want  to  cry  it  aloud  and  I want to keep it all inside, hidden away from the prying eyes

of the  world. I  want  only  you  to  hear it. Not the rain, not the wind, and not the invisible

wall that  stands between us.  Not  even the  fire hydrant you're kicking with your left foot.

So, with my mouth still open wide

I step to you and hold on tightly

whispering it into the shell

of your ear. “Beautiful,

that's you, love.”

And you just

smile at

me.