The Lonely Silver Rain


i retraced your path
along the walkways and pavement cracks,
past the gnarled tree-lawn oaks
and the smooth sloping curbs-
the way they used to pour them.

i retraced your path as you left us that day-
the month, the date, the low cloud sky,
the wet, bleak, slate horizon.
to this corner where you left me gutted,
my belly a screaming molten knot,
hot lead in my throat,
and scarlet tears to spatter