Wishful Thinking

It is not fair, the flaws Light only seems to acknowledge.
A darkness that unearths words that should not be said,
shakes a footing that was barely stable.
We listen for the impact like news of a coming storm.
We listen for the rain and wonder when the clouds will part.
Beyond the things we cannot change,
how painful are the decisions we make ourselves?
The sad girl who waits in rain, shares her humiliation with obscure memories.
There are two sides of herself,
the withering humor of her inebriated rants 
and the lack thereof, 
she grieves for both. 
How idiotic she felt;
such a silly girl. 
How sweet was it when she realized?
The rain fell just for her.

How sweet?

-AB

Song of the night – Plush by Stone Temple Pilots

(To be continued….)