Rain

Something I heard in a mall bathroom

"Sorry I hung up on you, I didn't mean to answer the call

I'm at the mall sitting behind a stall wall

Heard you've grown since last fall. What are you 4 foot"

...

"wow, 5'4 foot tall. Used to be so small."

"I know it's been a while, and It might seem insane

but it's starting to rain, my bad legs giving me pain and

I forgot my umbrella"

...

"again?"

"It's fine I'm sorry to bother you

You must have a lot of work to go through"

...

"I love you-"

A beat went by, the guy sighed, wasn't long before he started to cry

I knew his last words hadn't been a lie, but why

they were cut off by a beep with no bye

I didn't want to pry, but I swear I heard him pray that he might die

Like the click at the end of a call cut off his lifeline

and while the skies in his eyes released a flood in the outcry

I stood by, remembering making my own slip not tie

His cries seemed to amplify 

Author's Note

This was a conversation overheard in a bathroom that has been translated into a poem. Enjoy.