Everything in This

The rain lasted
Three years.
And I loved you
For as long.
Three years
Of soft regrets
To live by.
Three years of
Closed doors
And hollow motions
Of ghosts.
You were forgetful
And I
Unwilling.
The rains swelled
And the walls bled
Our animosity.
Everything in wanting
Nothing.
The hue of midnight
Enveloping your intentions.
We were standing
On rooftops
Watching it come down,
Ringing the past
From our clothes.
Pressing lips to eyelids
We dove through the flood.
It seemed to whisper,
"Everything in this."