Raindrops

We pull apart, missing each other’s gazes

As I hurry away, a raindrop splashes

Upon my eyelid, first of many drops

I’m torn between weeping or prancing

Through the cold night with relief.

The world’s fogged over and bites of cold

Accompanied by Sam Cooke and heat

Beaming light through sleepy streets

I drive as if a baby’s crying

In the back seat, working to appease it

I’m crying while accelerating through yellows

I repeat over and over that I’m 

Desirable, lovable and funny enough

But can’t bring myself to believe it tonight

Maybe tomorrow but not tonight