Jan 3 2015
The rain comes down, not in sheets, but in thick, woolly blankets.
It's endless,
pounding and thudding rhythmically
against the rooftops
of the houses neighboring ours.
you lie beside me: still, quiet.
breathing
each breath is a gasp and each gasp is a wish for a dream I'll never hear about
for the dreams you keep hidden during the night, locked tight in a corner of your mind I'm afraid I'll never get to know.
you're a mystery
and yet I always knew you would be -
even before I met you I knew, I knew you'd be a mystery
I always fall in love with mysteries.
