The moment after.

~ blue car in the rain

Treading lightly to my designation.
Cautiously as if a crime was committed.
It’s too quiet...
and it’s about to rain
A silent street...
Oh, that’s why.
It’s raining now.
 
I found it.
A still car on a rainy afternoon
A blue car on its own.
Thud.
Thuds.
Thudding on the still cars rooftop.
Splashing sounds as other cars drive by.
Swishing sounds as strangers pass by.
 
Sitting here.
Waiting here.
Nothing on my mind.
I already used too much of it earlier.
I’m so hungry.
I think this poem makes perfect sense.
Carpenters are playing
I feel Close to you...
The moment after.