burning down to the puddle of leftover rainwater trashed by the footsteps of the main street outside our vacant door

dirty pants and wet shoes trailing you all day long

you hate me for taking you along this road

you knew this would happen

i knew too
wishing for better weather
i took you along
and you came along
and who to blame between the two of us
and our bickering silenced by the passing buses
their fumes choking the clouds heavy and grey

everything wants to explode as we step splashing into deeper puddles
we grow shorter

down this road where we loved to stroll
we trip in new uncomfortable shoes
rubbing it raw in the same old spots