so now you know that the rain won't wash away
yesterday's feelings, even though it washed away
your favorite earring down the storm drain.
you watched it as it swam down the pavement river,
bumping curbs, catching on floating leaves
until it met its final resting place in the sewer.
and so it may forever float beneath walking feet,
forgotten among the other trash, buried deep
in the hollow coffin of concrete.
maybe sometimes you'll think about that earring,
such beauty among such garbage,
but you'll never get it back.
you let the still pouring rain splash your face,
hoping it will wash your conscience clear.