In
the metaphor
of life,
I’m a tear.
I’m just a second
of
your year.
You’re a freight train, and I’m
just standing here.
In the metaphor
of life,
you’re
the sun…
in the cloudiest of skies.
And still I’d only say
that I’m the rain…
if the sky were in our eyes.
I’m just a man who was barely missed by a freight train
A man just standing here...
stuck in the first second I saw you,
while you’ve been
the longest
year.