Dark rain falls on the crawling city streets,
it soaks you to the skin and fills the gutters of your heart
It covers everything.
Love hides in the corners; it hides behind your eyes
in your mind where dirty secrets lie.
You just cannot stand it anymore. Hate.
It’s in the letters of the newspaper and the white spaces between
The screen of your TV and in places you’ve never been
and will never get to.
Fear not. It’s close to home
in the heap of socks
among the falling steps of
Run as far as you wish,
but you can never hide.