We Walk In The Rain Poem by Steven Aragon

We're best in the rain when our bodies have something to do.
Our arms might brush up against each other,
and we'll pull away.
Eventually, we just let them stay.
Awkward. Sincere.
You belong to others.
They ghost away when we speak of life.
Youre gentle with me
Patiently guiding my thoughts as if you were an elder.
Taking my hand when the time for words has ended.
And in my clumsy way I protect you.
Watching ahead and switching sides.
Holding you back when you start against the light.
The rain changes us.
It flattens our hair and our clothes start to cling
Outlining what they hide.
It makes us truthful.
We have to live so much in these rare given moments
We live with the knowledge our time will end.
The good-bye is lingered. Each of usfinding an excuse to make it last.
Questions. Observations. A silent contentment falls upon us.
You watch as I board the Red line back to my apartment.
I find my seat and see you standing on the platform.
Willing myself to stare at you because if I look away, I wont be able to stop myself from running toward you - the person I call home.
You wont leave until the train pulls away.
And I dont stop looking until you have rounded the corner to catch your bus.