She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.

-Thomas Hardy (1893)

It's a heartbreaker no matter how many times I read it
And it kinda reminds me of us
A plug that triggers off involuntarily whenever there is a downpour
And whenever you emote with a language only we understand
Sometimes certain things are better left unsaid
Or the past will come back to haunt us again
A poignant reminder
Of the poor choices we make while we were young and foolish
But my beautiful
Heartrending it may be
I still love you nevertheless
But in ways no one else understands
So the next time precipitate falls
Just close your eyes and pray
And in that one millionth of a second
I'll be there to hold you
For another million years

Labels: Love, Poem