rain.
standing outside your car, maxwell playing on the stereo, doors open, arms up, and rain on your long eyelashes. sumthin' sumthin' lashes reaching touching
us.
sorry is not your word, moving on is your world, not looking back, save for that once upon a time story i see in your eyes. something of what could have
been.
still see you, still see us, at the museo de espana, arms up, dancing those sevillanas, around a forgotten reflection in the plaza pool. listening to
sam cooke.
