that awkward smile of yours
the museum date we never went on
they opened up a louvre here,
saw the pretty pictures you took there
did you think of me?
midnights we spent lying like blackbirds basking in the sun, talking about every little thing that exists on this earth
sorry that i didn't pick up your call
i didn't feel like lying to you anymore
kind boy, such a sweet heart,
your downfall, that heart of yours
i know your friends still call me your girlfriend
ignore them, you roll your eyes,
i don't know how to feel
as always
i remember when you shaved your head
in the summer, an impulsive decision
do you like it? you asked
and you almost looked nervous
i didn't know whether to laugh or
to cry or to scream
so i just gave you a hug instead, patting your head, making a stupid joke, laughing, laughing, laughing
anyway, it's been a year now
or longer than that? i forget, sorry
your birthday slipped my mind
i met someone new
i don't think of you
except sometimes when i go to museums
and in the chilled silence,
i hear a boy laugh
and i regret not taking you up on that date to the louvre
rainy season is here now,
we met in the season of rain as well
it's pouring torrents
i'm writing poems and thunder cracks like whips in the atmosphere
baby, it's like the sky tore open
the trees scream and dance their wild rain dance
it's all terribly pretty
water seeps onto my green window sills
my mother, the house help, and i chatter excitably
she's cancelling her work for the rest of the day
laughing, filming on her small phone
sending the video to her son
my mother grins at me
rain makes everyone better
and, hey,
are you feeling the rain on your palm like i do?
will you also go for a walk when the weather calms down?
i will, when my sister returns from track practice
she really liked you, you know?
she was quite sad when we broke up
anyway, here's a comforting thought -
at least we're under the same sky
rain on both of our palms,
you're likely listening to your soft songs, elliot smith and the likes,
my heart is light, and i hope yours is, too
