June 30, 2021
I was a rainstorm
Unceasingly pattering
Against your window
With a gentle regularity
That lulls one to sleep.
I was at once too much
And not enough.
You did not like the melancholy
Rhythm of my storm.
You’d have preferred
A flashing spectacle,
Something thrilling and grand,
And I tried to be that
Until you realized the thunder
That accompanied the lightning
Was far too loud.
The way I loved
Did not suit you. So
You shut your windows
Against my downpour
And sealed your blinds tight.
There was freedom
In your refusal to see me,
A bitter peace
In accepting that I would
Always be both too much
And not enough.
No longer did I
Need to pretend
To be anything
But what I am
And my lonely deluge
went unnoticed
Until it overtook me
And washed
Everything out from
Under your own feet.