after all (this rain)
in the silence,
i wait for a whisper
from a friend
a lover
a mother
a daughter
a woman
no, no, no
i wait for a girl
this is why i am mistaken.
as the rain becomes the only sound i hear,
you scream for me
an enfant
an orator
a poet
an artist
a metaphor
a simile
yes, yes, yes
you scream for me or someone like me
this is why you are mistaken.
as the water floods these tunnels,
our eyes fill with the inescapable
this watery reality.
this is why we are all just alone.