Written by Grace Callaghan
I sat, me with you, and watched the hot
drops of a hot summer fall.
‘I like watching the rain, do you?’
I’d fallen in love with madness
The confusion of minds, lost to a thousand thoughts.
A drifting mind, like mine,
In its absence of clarity and meaning and sanity
And motivation,
A chronic confusion, a universal madness.
But not with you, never with you.
Sat here, watching the rain, me and you, I’d come to know
that I could never know,
Of the stars, of the ocean and the moon,
And of the way I could feel joy
and pain through you, and you through me.
And as I watched the rain fall,
I realised I didn’t need to know,
Not really.
As the rain of a hot summer poured and poured,
I simply answered,
‘Yes, I think I do’.
Photo taken by Grace Callaghan