as they trickle down our faces
and slip between lips.
Warm summer rain as we kiss,
on a crowded street, wrapped
in a feeling which makes us invisible.
Soaking clothes stick to smooth skin
as we lose ourselves, floating together,
while reality wanders by unnoticed
Silver stars twinkle playfully in puddles
while our giggles echo into the night
tickling and teasing in the dark.
But then I awake; on an empty street
alone and drenched in sorrow;
looking up into a violet sky.
Raindrops turn to tears as I realise
that you were never really here at all
and I am lost, as I have always been.