April Showers

I met you in Spring, in front of my mother

and I think she saw the Winter in your heart when

she honked her horn and scared you.

I liked that when you got the job

at the same old movie theatre I did,

you did it for a distraction, and I'm glad I was that distraction

you called beautiful.

Spring was a distraction for us, to

give us the illusion we were going to be okay, but when

April showers came, May and the flowers didn't. There was no relief

when the showers poured down.

May was skipped and January reared its ugly head and

all I could feel were your cold lips.

And now I feel numb.