I'm pretending not to know.
I want to hear you tell me.

Whisper it quietly into my waiting ear. 

Tell me as if you were the rain
that slides down my nose. 
Gentle: I'm laughing,
but my ribs don't hurt any less. 

I'm smiling again, 
you've brought me back
from waiting to be saved.

This is my call to freedom,
"Yes, I'm alive!" 

I'm not sure how you save
a soul like that but look,
here I am... 

Now it's my turn to hold you,
please let me hold you. 

I still love the rain
but now I know why.  

Someday I'll tell you it reminds me of you.