the raindrops.

she was lost today
everyone knew
but she didn't know herself why

but she wanted to
she wanted to know

why,
for a second
the remote went rewind
and where she had gone
because she never used a remote
during the episodes of her life...

i tell you... i called her
i called her name out today
as she was crossing the street
mulberry street
with the wind in her hair

and her eyes
oh those eyes
and she looked at me
i know she did

and she gave me that look
that look no one- but herself would know
but i knew

i knew

the essence that she once brought to the world
and then was stripped from her eyes
today


but not stripped
like the time she embraced the rain drops
that summer
stripping off her shirt
and down to her bottoms
she sat in this warm summer rain
on a rooftop in brooklyn
i remember
how could i forget that day of the summer...

she tired counting every drop
because she said counting rain drops was important
because they needed attention too
who knows why she said it

but it sounded so good...

i've seen her travels
some good
some bad
and she never flinched
not for a second
like holding a martini in packed space
she would remain cool... calm

she never cared much

and when i saw on that street
today
i knew she was hurting
like that time when i was hurting

i dont miss that hurt

and you know, i wanted to run to her
and shake her
and tell her its okay
that she would count the rain drops again

i wanted to say
oh lovely, you'll count them...
i'll count them with you
but couldn't get the words out

she found beauty in the dumbest things
insignificant, little things
most people would laugh

i couldn't

i'd sit and listen and chuckle over them
they were warm. 'she was warm.

i wish you could have met her

and maybe tomorrow she'll be different
...she'll be counting.