Public Diary

Dear Diary

A spring of drops falls one by one,
Everyone looks for cover as they run.
But one person stands out,
One who stood in the rain, silence so loud.

Look at her, smiling so bright,
It felt like she could stay there all night.
Look at her, having so much fun,
And look at me, just waiting for the sun.

As our eyes met,
Her hair all soaking wet,
As she gleamed brighter than the stars.
But I had already gotten so far.
Too far.