A wailing, rainy night. One of the most beautiful things.

A wailing, rainy night. One of the most beautiful things.

I smiled into the raindrops and they flowed like therapy as if from my eyes

My eyes unfocused at the sparkling streetlights as I strode forward by the park

My feet squishing in my messed up sneakers

I could feel my toes raisining up, but I didn’t care, that was for later.

For it was the time, was the time I’d waited for

As if tears could say it for me

It was over and it hurt and I smiled

smiled and laughed

then the park bench held me as she never would again

and I loved it for the bench would never abuse me

its flaking paint eroding down like more tears

I have never had such an empathetic seat as that night

The cars had angels rising out of them

And the wind and the traffic howled its paean of thanks

I got home safe

and I didn’t got sick

I got better

and I got over her

blest by the rain

lovely on me head to toe

and I said

I’ve slipped out of your grip

I’m out

free