It was fitting that it
rained
that day -
rained hard, like
water darts, because
summer was gone forever.
You couldn't tell my tears from the
weeping weather.
Everything was black and
I felt black too, and
I couldn't understand
or feel anything
except numb. Because
he shouldn't be gone and
he couldn't be gone and
he was still here because
I was still very much
in love
with him. Because
he saved me
from myself
in a way that no other had ever even tried and
I fell for him hard like
falling off a cliff.
And his parents looked at me
with grief and
pity
because I was still
so in love
and irrevocably so, and
I was drowning under the
crushing
weight
of nothingness -
of him not
being here.