I call it by your name

Rain.
It does things to people.
For instance, tonight, as it hits against the side panel of my house,
it reminds me of sounds I love. It took me back to when my
ear drums were a cathedral for your laughter to echo in. To the
whispers we used, to hide how symphonic our love actually was -
from those who judged us. From those who disagreed with our
taste in...melody.

And see this rain, well it awakens these thoughts
(like Red Bull to a lethargic mind)
now I'm energized to put you to rhyme.

It's been months, years, and everyone says to me now
"You want a romance that Hollywood has in their film wheel,
that Barnes and Noble carries in paperback or hard cover"
But they've got it all wrong, even fiction is boring,
we were nothing but a Topanga and Corey.
I mean really, who desires a high school love story?

I do.

I desire that innocence, that passion for sneaking out late
because sleep was not a necessity, it was an option.
We opted out, traded a rest for the 185th kiss, to celebrate
that 5 week anniversary mark when midnight struck. Back
then we had love wrapped around our ring finger, because
we promised, we swore, that no matter what happened, we
were meant to be, defining eternity, love you from here to infinity.

No one ever understood. No one knew how I could defend such
a relationship where fighting was something we penciled in our
planner, where heartbreak and teary eyes were an amusement
park for sadness, but I loved you. You were the country I'd die for,
the one I was proud to represent, the location I wanted to spend
the rest of my life.

Such a funny thing, rain. I call it by your name,
You're one in the same and I can't complain because
at least I can feel you, hear you, see you; my non sunny
days aren't so dreary at all.

I've come to find that choosing to leave you was only
to let you grow up, to catch up, to make up a life for yourself
without the distraction of me. But we are older and my schedule
is only open for loving you just how I always have. Like I never stopped.

Rain, it gives people a reason to contemplate choices, and I
don't regret letting you go, only letting you know, that it was over.
I should have defined what I meant, that it was over for that stage
in life, that 5 years down the road, I'd still daydream about being your wife.

Such a funny thing, rain. I call it by your name,
You're one in the same and I can't complain because
at least I can feel you, hear you, see you; my non sunny
days aren't so dreary at all.