Rain

Why don't people understand that I just want to walk in the rain for a while??

The problem is:
you are being precisely who you are, and I am being me...

Last night I walked from Perrache to l'Hôtel de Ville and then to Guillotier.
It rained.
It felt good.
I couldn't explain to her what I was looking for:
an escape, a distraction, a reason...
So instead I said I was looking for Baryton.
And just so I wouldn't be telling a lie,
I found it.
Time.
I'm so high up here I can see the rooftops.
I'm so low down, I can smell the ground.
You can only cry so much. Last night I let the sky
do it for me.
And it drowned me out, the voice that is too familiarly mine.
And it felt good
to not have you on my mind
for a while
Until I got back to my empty-bed,
my empty-ness
and this un-home...
how can I ignore
this?