Wish That It Would Rain

She stubbles on a stone and sat her tulips down the clouds above her dark and grey she prays for it to rain She digs her fist into the dirt hoping to sprout to lay with him flat on the ground in perfect solitude Feeling resentment wanting this space Wait till tomorrow for guilt to leave And from his grave he feels her tears washing his face yelling many feet below I felt you anyways She takes another swig catches the greyhound home someone's babbling politics she thinks of what he says Feelings slow motion infinite space Wait till tomorrow don't ever leave Wish that it would rain