I tried, when we met

to put you from my mind.

Forced myself to stop

each time I thought of you

and think of

falling rain instead,

until my entire day

was a torrential deluge.

When we swam that night,

off the coast of Carolina,

the waves pulled me under

beneath a strawberry moon.

Then spat me back out when they realized

I was already gone.

You noticed me.

You noticed me,

when I hadn’t realized I needed someone to.

You made me feel worthy of notice;

see the faith I had lost in myself.

The months I stayed up

all night to message you

were a waking up.

Now the night sky asks where I’ve been.

I loved you more

for the way you loved me.

But all I have left

is the rain.