The light drizzle coated everything. It was my saving grace, a veil around my face. I told her once I would never leave, well I told her more than once.
She often smiled and shook her head, and said, “you’ll leave me.”
In the drizzle my eyes were hot and the rain hid the truth. I told her that I loved her. I smiled a smile of love and let the rain wash away the truth.
“See,” she said with wonder.
“I know,” I said with grief.
I laughed as the rain took me. The truth is I was weak.
I loved her enough to leave her and in the end the rain was fine.
I turned to finally see her and said, “just can’t wait in line.”