tap tap tap

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Raindrops loud,
teardrops deafening.
You reach out to wipe them
but stop
and retreat to wipe your own.

You won’t assign blame
but all signs point to me.
Quick-witted quips slipped by my vicious tongue
Fault lies perfectly along my fault lines,
lines I said,
lines I crossed. 

You asked me to be kinder,
to be softer,
to be nice,
too much to give in earnest,
I don’t compromise. 

Tap. Tap. Tap

I can’t look at you again
but you joked that the ground is boring and I’m better than that.
Misery could not stop our laughter,
bittersweet with tears,
would we laugh like this again,
together or apart?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rain
the only witness to the tenderness shared
in empty parking lot
with a lonely car
and newly broken hearts.