Rain

It’s raining.

It’s raining and every drop stings my skin, like the words “I never loved you” hitting my ears.

I see you in the puddles.

The ponds and water lining the street, I see you.

I taste you in the mascara stained water hitting my lips.

I smell you in the steam from the stopped cars and the coffee cups passing me by.

I know the rain will stop, but when will you?

When will you stop to exist in every atom of the universe?

I begin to wonder if it’s still raining or if my eyes have begun to rain to give the sky a break.

I wish you didn’t have the power to make the droplets fall, slide down my skin like your hands used to.

Let this rain be the one that cleanses. Releases me from your grip.