one rainy afternoon

 
 
 
heated words  
 
watching you turn and  
walk away in the  
rain  
 
your feet parting puddles  
like the Red  
Sea  
 
looking down  
 
seeing an empty pint  
bottle of whiskey among  
the few thin, sickly  
weeds in the  
sidewalk  
cracks,  
 
pieces of broken  
glass,  
 
scraps of dirty  
paper.  
 
staring at the empty  
space where you  
no longer  
stood  
 
listening to the  
tinging of rain  
falling on  
concrete  
 
not wondering,  
not concerned 
 
sometimes,  
 
the moment just  
speaks for  
itself