there are no clouds
in the sky and
i can't love you when the rain doesn't fall
there is no hiding in the bright light
clear skies
i
always let you take the umbrella because
i know i won't want it
when i find my head half way to your door
(you promised to pretend you are mine, tonight)
i haven't found that place full of reasons for when
we can't find one anymore and i don't want
either of us to realize
there are no excuses
and you are
so ridiculous with your head in your hands
crying into a book about
enteric outbreaks
i am still sure that no matter how many times i fold this letter
it will still say
too much about the weather and
nothing of the time i wrote a terrible poem about
a love i didn't want to feel
arms i could not belong in
a tear-stained notebook and
the day you broke my heart.
i know we will try again tomorrow i will never know why