I am running to you in the rain a deluge of blue frozen stain, a scratched-off signature or promissory note of the pain I have caused you, irrevocable, yes, no different than trampled on trust, a violation of every promise I ever made.
Overnight now, I feel like a villain because the truth is I am.
But you, you should lift your head high toward the sun. It loves you so much. It has its arms encircling your waist, its fingers in your hair. It is breathing bright light across your cheeks at this very moment.