wiper blades

on my way
home I think
of you.
I turn off my
radio.
I turn off my
phone.
I roll down the
windows so
the wind will
take me away.
It starts to rain.
Or am I crying?
does it matter?
I have water on
my face.
I love you.
why is it so hard
for you to see?
We just made
love.
I felt it.
But for some
reason you
will not talk
about how you
feel.
So I ride home
in the rain,
or are those my
tears?
I take my hands
like wiper blades
and wipe my tears.
I am crying.
I have found
love.
what I have
been searching
for.
trouble is....
you do not
feel the
same
way.
I
fear
no
one
will
ever
love me.