Take me into the rain.
November 10, 2017
Take me into the rain again.
This time I will not be afraid that you will walk too fast and leave me behind
or that I will get tired and you will know that I am too old.
I will give you all my quarters for the meter so we can walk longer
talk longer
evaporate longer.
Take me onto the street again
where I will still laugh maniacally when
waiting for that light to change
as I feel my worries rise and disperse
even as my braids are soaked
and speckled with sleet.
Take me into the night again and
I might slip my hand into yours
and purposefully forget about the map on my phone
and purposefully take a wrong turn.
And when I ask you to not do this to me
I won’t mean: make me walk in the rain.
I will mean: don’t make me feel like I’m walking off the edge of the world.
For B
