Standing in the Rain

Standing in the rain

All of my black clothes soaked, clinging to my skin

The tie slowly squeezing the life from me, like a snake

I barely hear the drones of the priest now

Too deep in my thoughts for him to reach

I think of the night that had changed my life

A man, his wits sapped by alcohol, veering down the road

He slams into another car, sending it into a tree

I lost her then

A girl with features like they’d been crafted from porcelain

A heart of gold, filled with humor, wit, never judging

My heart’s been ravaged, torn to pieces by a man I’d never met

So I reach for a hand to hold, to keep me from breaking

But I remember that the hand that would go through anything

That would take on hell to wrap itself in mine

Now sat nailed in a box, buried in the dirt

Too far off to hear me screaming for her, alone, at the top of my lungs

So now I stand as they finish the ceremony, and I stay

And I whisper to her for hours, blindly hoping she would hear me from her grave

So I remain

Standing in the rain