The raindrops felt like second grade, if second grade
could run down a back or stick hair to cheeks.
Red boots brought back picture books, mud splatter up to
the waist, disregarded. The way the lightning freezes time
in bright instants, every drop a crystal ball in reverse,
sharing tea parties that once were, and gourmet mud pies.
Umbrellas are a hindrance, unless they're used for dancing.
Time resumed at noon, when working women must punch in,
but the seven-year-old smile stays put, with the mud under
the nails that life cannot wash away.
I'm afraid, afraid that you'll see
See the things that made them run
Run and leave me
I loved them all, I really did
I tried so hard to keep them happy
And still they left, left once they saw
Saw me for me and nothing more and all
I don't know what it is that they saw
It must have been awful there must
Have been no love, no love at all
Because they all left, left me
I tried to tap into the beauty
In to the energy that must have been there
That needed to be there for them to have cared
But it never lasts I'm still me when it never lasts
Don't look at me
I'm afraid, afraid you'll see
See that things they saw, must have been without beauty
That made them run, you'll run, you'll leave
"I knew that," he said.
Walking around the downtown area was one of their favorite activities. It was old, but the architecture made the city feel very modern. Foodies seemed attracted to the area, Mike and Becky included. They could walk for miles, just the two of them, and even years later still loved every step. Every so often though...
"Mike! Stop!" cried Becky.
Mike had taken to trying to climb on some statues.
"Why not?" he thought. He would do this every so often. He was usually very timid, and scared of doing anything that might get him hurt or in trouble. Sometimes he could just cast all of that aside and do things neither he or his wife could explain.
He giggled the entire way up.
After letting himself down, and after much yelling from his better half, his