in June
just outside
the rain begins to kiss
the window pane
waters trickling like tears
puddles forming, tip-tapping sounds
as thunder roars
and the lightning dances
amongst dark, gray clouds
in the shelter of your arms
i lie awake wondering, quietly weeping
why you came, why you said you loved
when in my heart of hearts
i somehow knew you were somewhere else
your mind, your soul, your heart
i knew it wasn’t mine
perhaps it will never be
not on this cold, rainy day
not in June–not ever.
