rain dance
Rain Dance I awake thinking of you. Before the sun comes up. Before the city opens its eyes. I think about you walking out of the white front door to your four-step brick building two blocks away. Walking out the black metal gate. Showing somehow you want to see me as badly as I want to see you. Exchanging avoidance of eye contact and small talk. I’ll say how I figured you were busy when I didn’t hear from you yesterday but leave out the...