weather

if it had rained

I would've stopped by your house

on the way home

and dragged you out into the street

--you should take off those wet things, shouldn't you?

but the rain never came

and the dry lightning forked the sky

and I hurried home

alone--just this side of terror

for the chances that never came

and the plans that never came together

for the words unsaid, the worlds unmade

flashed bright, once, then gone forever

for all the things that never happened

--I find it's best to blame the weather.