Raining on Webs
I’m vulnerable, out without a jacket,
And it’s about to pour.
My heater, protection from the storm,
Won’t even look my way.
This web of hurt our love’s become
Is straining in the winds.
I don’t know what’s coming beyond the cloud layer.
Signed up unknowingly,
I report in early tomorrow
To throw myself off the edge
And fall along with the rain
Until I shatter and splash
Like a drop.
A celebration of eleven
Is all that keeps my sane,
Jacketed arms that I can cling to
When the downpour comes;
And another fragile heart,
I’ll protect when the burning sun returns.