Glaring down

You see the rain as it runs down slowly
painting a picture as it fills to void emotionally

painting the scene as you stand before us
and know that I'm taking off the coat for you on the bus

If to hold but a moment
even a glimpse of your eye
spend it indoors
even just for a night

the problem the bus never happened
the painting hangs in the manor

the world doesn't seem to exist where I see
the paint is now blood in a contemporary piece.