Rain

Love is like waiting for it to rain,
Waiting for it to come,
Waiting for it to end,
Having the joy of knowing eventually it will come,
The joy of standing in the middle of it not wanting to be anywhere else,
Waiting for them to catch up

The Rest Of Our Lives

He'd seen her around but this had been the first time he heard her name, and it fit her. Down to the Halloween socks in May and the huge binder of writing, and the very loved converses with holes that revealed the orange and black monstrosities. He knew her, without actually knowing her. They passed each other every day in the hallway. They smiled at each other every day until graduation. They had friendship with out words but it ended when they left to start the rest of their lives.

Every now and then he thought of her and her smile, but he only remembered her name half of the time. Then one day while walking to work, the faces surrounded him, and one stood out. The day was windy, and the air cold, the sun was hidden in the clouds. Age had written itself on her face, her hair was longer, but her smile hadn't changed. Life had changed her she held her head high, there were bags under her blue eyes. There were crows feet in the corners, from smiling. And through the holes in her converses he saw Easter Egg socks in September. Some things never change, but life always does. It was the last time he ever saw her, and they never traded words, but he realized they were still friends after all that time.

Years later, again life had taken its tole. A church was filled with his children, and grandchildren, and their children. The friends through out his life sat there too. At the alter sat a black coffin, and flowers. Everyone who had ever loved him was there. When the door opened his family turned to look, at the visitor. They saw an old woman with crows feet, and long white hair. She shuffled to the coffin, with one hand leaning on a cane, in the other was an obituary On one foot was a Halloween sock on the other was an Easter sock.

The Next Bell

The courtyard was empty, and the air was warm. The patches of green grass, dripped with water from the sprinklers. The sun beat down on the empty concrete stage. The world was quiet, with the occasional bird or student as they continued on their way. Gym students left the locker rooms and ran through the courtyard as the bell rang. Students and teachers flooded the yard, hurrying to their next destination. Girls rushed to the bathroom, and boys stopped at the water fountain. One girl tripped and her books and papers scattered everywhere. One group of kids dropped a hackey sac off the balcony to their friends below, a teacher having seen the transaction went after the fleeing adolescents. After a few minutes the courtyard began to empty. A few people ran to get to their class, other lingered in conversation or in the sun's rays. One couple shared a sweet kiss before parting separate ways. When the bell broke the peace. Empty again, the yard was still. A few seniors sat under trees doing homework, talking, or playing guitar. A few even played catch across the stage. Eventually even they left to go their own ways. The sun shone down on the finally empty yard, until the next bell.

How long?

I've never been one to throw myself at a boy. They come to me, but they rarely stay. He did though. He let me think that it would be okay, but it never is. You can never believe your heart. You'll end up with tears and a whole bunch of broken pieces. You think this time will be different, he won't hurt you. Oh, but he does, they always do. The question is how much you're willing to take, before he leaves anyway. They leave, whether them to or not. Some you let go, others you try and hold onto. It's nothing new. Not to me. No matter what you hope, no matter what you tell yourself, reality catches up. Are you ready for it? I know, I never am. It's never a game, but it's always love. You don't want to let them in. You don't want to be crushed again, and then it happens. And you can't take it anymore, you lose. I don't need boys, but I need love. I need friendship. Some one to hold me is nice, but not when it's only for a little while. When want to they only want me. They need to always be here. I'm not asking for a dream, I want flaws. I don't want to fix them. I want to just love them for who they are. We keep looking because we have to, we want to be loved. As much as we hurt them we still love them.
"Nicole." We smile at them because they say our names and hold us close. We kiss them to promise them that we'll always be there, if they want to stop looking, but some one might have beaten them to it. We flirt and tease to at least get some fun at getting our hearts broken. We don't die though. We live to see how much more we can take.
How long are you gonna last?