I saw him dancing in the rain,
Catching puddles in his hands,
Where I mistook his thirst for joy,
His “make me stay” for panta rhei,
When all I wanted was a photograph,
Of our two hearts beating as one.
But I felt the camera obscuring,
Bright lightning flashes, bang, bang,
There I took my stand, I took my shot,
And now love lies bleeding,
His nine tenths kind of passion,
And my decimated spirit holstered,
He never really felt my danger,
Now I mourn that absent stranger