"Put your things down at once
and dance in the rain with me."
But I took the box and ran because I was afraid that it would get wet.
"I am not afraid of the thunder," I shouted.
But there he was with his back towards me, his shirt dipping in the line of his spine and his movements - so beautiful because they struggled.
When he jumped, he treaded air and his mouth was so sad.
And I thought, fuck all this pessimism about heartache-sarcasm.
Here is something to cry about.