Click, creak, squeak, slam,

The lock, the door, here I am,

Standing outside, turn away,

down the stairs and into the rain,

Boom, shing, clap, splash,

Nimbus above with light to match,

Puddles of rain, pitter patter on all,

Except my hair to absorb it's fall,

Chuk, click, ding, vroom, 

Over my shoulder, there's the moon,

Reverse and go, into the night,

Wipers wipe from left to right,

"Shhh..." says the rain, for silence it begs,

But thunder laughs deep to frighten my head,

No where to go, no place in mind, 

Anywhere as long as it's outside,

"Whoosh," cars say as they fly on past,

Asphalt so wet mimmick vinyl glass,

Distracted eyes swerve the bend, 

Recover the turn, awake again, 

Finally silent, until my thoughts,

Take me back and distract when I ought,

to be paying attention, but I just can't,

stop thinking of you, holding out your hand,

It must be a trick, this can't be true,

You don't care for me as much as I do,

For you, my heart endures such a speed,

It'll never slow down if I keep picture you smiling,

Blink, crunch, ding, slience.

Pull over to a field and lay in quiet,

On my side eyes closed, I curl up and sigh,

"It's impossible to run from something inside".