Suzie Marfell Myers

I pass it twice
To and from my day.
Third floor
Fifth window from the right.
No matter how
Hard I try
Not to look
I do.
It’s the room
Where we
Consumed
Each other
Time after time.
If only
I had that time
Machine
Go back
Knowing
It would be
The last
Time.
The last time
To feel that way…
Last time to look
In your eyes.
Sometimes when I pass by
The curtains are open
And I remember standing there
Watching the lightning
Feeling the thunder…
Teasing you…
That this drought-ridden hell
Has finally found relief
And you are the cause
That you’ve brought the rain.
That like me…
The months of waiting
Have been worth it.
The dry earth and me
Are soaking it up.
But time passes
Things change
And the realization
That loving a man
Whose heart is locked away
Is worse
Than any drought
Lack of rain
Lack of love…
So I know it’s wrong
But I pray
For the drought
To continue.
Because no matter
How bad it’s
Needed
When you come
You bring the
Rain.