Raining

Sometimes,
this
world
spins
too
fast
To
make
a
connection
last.
Sometimes,
you
dry
your
cheeks
smudging
the
make-up
he
bought
for
you
when
you
didn't
feel
pretty.
Now
your
black
eyes
look
at
me,
smiling,
with
my
arm
around
your
shoulder.
But
we're
fading
in
the
corners.
Now
its
raining
in
the
streets.