Sometimes
i see you in my dreams
Sometimes
i think about you
Sometimes
i wonder about you
Do you
even remember me?
Do you
even remember my name?
I am the
girl from the Old church
Of chipping
blue paint at the edges
And rusted
mahogany
And
you are the man from the rains...
I
remember your deep blue canvas
You
wore them whenever i met you
I
remember the tag from your shoe
A
little star at the corner
You
always kept it white
Even
in heavy dark nights
The
little star sparkled for us....
Your
black raincoat
It
smelled of heavy fragrances
You
always threw it over my shoulders
And
let the rains splatter over you
You
held my hands into your frozen palms
Walked
me down the street lights
Wadding
through pools of water
Jumping
over mud puddles
Breathing
heavy under the cold weather
Where
did you go man from the rains?
You
came to the blue church every evening
Waiting
on me..for me..to see me
And
then you would take me home
I
remember the big bulbs on the streets
Shining
brightly on our faces
We
would stand under each of them
One,
two, three, four, five, six...
And
the last would be my home
I am
sorry i never cared for your name
But i
remember your smile
If
often came with a whimper
Not so
much for a guy in a red baseball cap
Faded
blue jeans and easy shirts
With a
life i even had no clue of
Until
you showed up in the rains
You
never missed a day of the rains
You
never asked for my name either
You
never asked for my contact
Yet
you showed up at the blue church
....Every
day....
When
it rained you were there
Smiling
meekly and waiting patiently
You
were a mystery, my wonderland
For
when i was with you i was lost
Sometimes
to your laughter
Sometimes
to your gazes
Sometimes
in your heavy raincoat...
I wonder if you ever think about me
I
wonder if you ever remember
The
stories full of nothing
That
we whispered as we walked home
Or how
you made me walk in mud puddles
And
asked me to look into the skies
And
let the rains fall on my face
I
still do....
When
no one is watching
I look
into the skies
And
when the rains fall on my face
I
close my eyes and i hope, wish
That
when i open you will be there
Laughing
out loud and waiting
To see
how my eyes turn red and sore
And
then i have no option
But to
let you hold my hand
Till
the end of the street
Till
home......
