A Fool In The Rain




If I were to cry properly
I would need a thousand eyes
To bring the deluge down
Creating torrents and rivers 
Swept out to sea
But my two eyes will not sustain
Such violent protest
To fate's cruel hand
In matter's of love
So I will laugh like a madman instead
Ignoring the deep cuts 
And festering bruises of life
Tossing to the wayside 
Prevailing despair and continued hurt
Treating our love affair
Like a torrid scene from a romantic movie
Where lovers must part
To be authentic and have artistic merit
Heart felt goodbyes and what might have beens
Cast aside
Like cinema house popcorn
Strewn on the floor
Rolling credits in darkness
As two spectators leave 
Stepping out into the pouring rain
Alone
Remembering
The accident scene
Drama
That was our love
Before driving home.