even...

come clean with me
someday,
when your breath no longer catches
at the sight of me.

because even now,
(even years from now)
my heart misses a beat
when i find you in the crowd.

i feel the rain
it beats its fingers against my window
even as this lingering grey
seeps through me.

i wonder if, in your deep dark corners
your thoughts ever turn to me
for even when i walk away
i find myself
returning home to you.