Raindrop Bullets

Isn't it ironic ? That song played on the old trucks radio as he cranked the car then walked  back inside to finish the fight. 

I sat in the cab thinking. I was more broken than the shards of whiskey bottles remaining on your drive. I stared out the tinted windows just trying to find some hope somewhere , anywhere. The rain fell and I envisioned the drops as if they were racing down the window. Fog set in as the storm rolled out , he came out & jumped in the truck slamming the door with tears racing faster than raindrop bullets . 

I figured my life was perfect , my own little family. The perfect house . My own little room , enough love to share with the world . My world snapped within the flash of a bolt of lighting. With the word "unfaithful", my world collapsed.  But now that I've grown to understand I'll use this moment to say thank you. I'll use this moment  to thank her. 

Ive been taught something , maybe it's different from what I should have been taught. Or what I should currently be learning . But she showed me what it can do , letting go . Letting love go , letting depression loose. 

Insecurity it causes . It causes a slip in the grocery store , where a small flattering word broke a family. Ive learned what not to do . And for that , I thank you . 

I think of you when It rains , when raindrops race like bullets down my window & when the fog rolls in . I think of you.