Wet

Rain poured maroon against the restaurant wall.

I’m sure it was you, umbrella waving at your friends.

Unclear how this happened, you and I. It just did.

From out of nowhere snow touched your hair

I could see your brown eyes clenching with each flake.

I left on a bus like Leonard Cohen and his famous blue raincoat.

You never saw me leave. I still feel your tears, burning my eyes.

Tonight you are a ghost and I wandering the forest

looking for roots to hold me still, I need to be still.