Winter Stain Poem by TP Sage

Where were you
when I walked lightly
through the winter rain?
My summer skin was covered
by drops of freezing stain.
I wore a cloak of clouded apathy
that dulled the cold
and dulled the pain.
Even though the vindictive storm
darkened
my night and morning skies,
I still looked for you in lightning
and listened
for your whispered lies
as the baring winds sang all
your last
and best
goodbyes.

...tell me...

Where were you
when the winter rain
soaked me and my blues sweater?
It stuck to my skin
like cellophane
and
on my back left a deep blues stain.
If you had been there
in the winter rain,
I would have given you
my last blues sweater,
and then,
on your flawless, silken skin,
the soaking rain
would have left
a matching stain.