so no one can see me crying.
― Charlie Chaplin
On empty streets;
An umbrella
Keeps me dry
And lets my feet
Take me places,
Far from trouble
And curious gazes.
I can’t walk away
From pain
But can hide
In rain,
Though puddles
Have eyes
And wink at me sly,
A million irises
Don’t determine
My inner yearnings…
No, nobody but me.
I can walk forever
Through a haze
Under heavy clouds
On dark days,
I can stroll
Until it seems
Spring rains
Will never end,
At least, until October…
Maybe, not even then—
And I can hide
Tears and pain…
Just by walking in the rain.