he spoke
like a river gushing forth to the sea,
like he was in a hurry
to make up for Lost Time,
like there were too many words unspoken,
and they all vied to be chosen for me,
he said he loved clear skies
to a woman who adored rains clouding,
thunderclaps announcing,
yet lying to please him
came so easy,
it ringed out in a rhyme
like a song i always hummed along.
