And you in your Fenchurch rain coat
with your damp brown hair clinging to your forehead
look me in the eye like you know me
move forward as if to embrace me
and in that moment I am weightless,
still riddled with you, completely
But you flick your eyes to the ground, shy away-
as if you barely recognize me-
pass by and leave me standing here alone
As the rain still pours, mourning us.
