Rain Runs Down

You try to light your cigarette

In a storm.

The flame blows out after it burns your finger,

And the rain dampens it to completion.

I thought you would look to me for help—

For a bandaid,

A new light,

A light kiss.

So you could taste what I had left on your lips.

Instead, you want to go inside.

Our difference will always be that

I feel the rain run down my spine,

While you just get wet.

E.