Drenched departure

Untied the silence while the rain came.
Blanketing this world is a quiet monsoon.
Layering and prevailing over me, and all I see.
Let it seep into those muddy bones.
Washing everything. Purify and personifying a state of being.
Fresh like holy water.
Stinging the sins like acid.
Drown and choke underneath those silent waters.
A vast tide that you wash over me.
Those days that were always numbered.
The borrowed time and delicious decay of it all.
How sour those words met my mouth when I asked you to leave.
Tying my tongue into confused states.
Separate states and traumatic time zones.
The flight into a new world where the clouds coughed around me.
And the skylarks sung our demise.

Pouring

I don’t need time, I never did.
It washes over me on repeat.
Pushing me to the floor, collapsing into now.
It sends up thoughts of you, like motes in the air.
Twinkling like stars.
Like bubbles they explode, as I’m just chasing rainbows.
These thoughts evaporate in the rain, in the deluge of tomorrow; and the monsoon of your distaste.