Rain cascading down in sheets.
Rippling along with the wind
each water soaked leaf
thump, thump, thumps
against my windshield.
Much like every word that leaves your lips
thump, thump, thumps
along with my heart.
Each one meant to only last a miniscule second.
Each one meant to be unfeeling.
Nothing more.
Just friends.
Never anything more.
If this is the case,
then why do words that are supposed to be meaningless
always leave me with just an ounce of hope
Always leave me with just a few maybes.
Which grow into a couple hundred what ifs.
And like a match to fuel,
each words you speak
explodes into a thousand different possibilities.
Each one full of chaos,wonder and hope.
