似詩 - Poemlike
When you stepped on the cement with leather
And it was raining gently
You felt yourself--
Little but real, living down here.
When you stood there with misty eyes
And it was pouring bitterly
Weighed, both feet wet,
You don't know if you were sticking or stuck.
When the sky is uncovered, and you awake
Dry and light, under the last piece of cloud
You realize that--
What you wished to be gone
Is, after all, really gone.