The rains

Wash me clean
Cold,crisp.
Breathing in the new
and out the
old
pains of your loving words
and mistaken dreams.

Wash me clean.
Beating on my heavy shoulders and
dripping into seas of memories.
I push your boat along the nile of denial
and look towards
tomorrow where you and I
The you’s and ‘I’s
are inconsequential.

Where, you, are inconsequential
And
I
can start anew,
and make new messes
of my heart.