It Feels Like Rain Poem by Gerard Taylor

You hand me your resignation and tell me that you are done
As you try to assure me that everything will be alright,
Because you have a plan, while you leave me standing here,
In the burning sun. And all I can do is watch you walk,
As my conversation becomes tangled up talk.
This no longer feels like the sun, it feels like rain.
And I`m afraid just like you, because we both know what
your going to find, I would rather go blind.
But who am I to tell you no, when all you want from me is to
Let you slip away, so I leave you with your lotto ticket and the
Numbers that you have just thought up, as you keep this winning day.


Gerard Taylor 31/5/09