The law interns are crafting language for the next big case
That will surely destroy religion at last.
The stadium needs painting. Forget about that. It’s raining.
She was slightly surprised her neighbor’s children grew up so fast.
Now it’s raining. All that seemed rather interesting is gone.
Stay in and think about Tom.
There’s time in the bright days to laugh.
Sun makes life seem to go on and on
But the rain closes in and defines
Edges and endings. Stay in and think about Tom.
He’s tall, intelligent, brash, and slender,
Sensitive, clumsy, loves her like a dog,
Loyal, but irritatingly playful. Maddeningly tender.
Push him away in a foul mood and look he’s gone.
He wrote her too many poems. He should have stopped.
It’s raining. Stay in and think about Tom.
The finest notes of the slow movement resemble rain.
Of course she loved him, but it can never be the same.
She thinks of wind chimes. Stay in and think about Tom,
The mouth. The love that tried to make her a mom.
The pastry shop is open late. Movies can be watched
And sweet music heaves itself at her any time of day.
Stay in and think about Tom.
There will be time to do lots of things. Breathe.
She wants them but she never wants them to stay.
