First rain, first look, first time my name
became softer in your mouth...

Here, in the Downpour—
Foreign streets...

First rain...
Ink bleeding through the cracks of sky...

In the fog of fleeting moments,
I see you grasping at shadows...

To the park, I saunter,
on a crisp autumn dawn...

I journey beyond
the edges of sound...

A silent dance
behind the eyes...

like metaphors
undeciphered...

And here we are
coursing upstream...

there’s a surging
under her skin...

why do you ache
in heavy strokes of despair...

Raindrops descend,
ruthlessly pounding...