A Dusk Raining

Just as the rain may emerge
from a drizzle and static to a
PouringDown and LightningStreaking,
I look on with passivity and a bitten lip
as your sniveling and gaze become
BurstsandPops of SobsandTears.

And we know so well,
so well, it is, that we do know this,
that things like this cannot be recorded.
Things intense and paining.
Too intense and Too
paining.

And in spite of me,
and all the woe I've come to cause,
we know so well, so well--
it is--that I know,
I know how much it
hurts.