RAIN TINTED WINDOWS

You sent me a letter,
from the middle of the pacific,
and said
"write me a poem about rain tinted windows."

I don't think this will be
the kind of poem you wanted.

It doesn't rain here
the way it rains there,
but I've had it with water,
and drowning,
and the color blue.

I've been drowning for 28 months
in love for you,
but it took me this long to realize,
even in love,
it's still drowning.

Let me just say this,
it's hard to tell the difference
between rain tinted windows,
and sunny days
when you're up to your neck
in water,
and praying for CPR.

Don't get me wrong,
you were the lifeboat for a while,
until the storm came.

The universe made us a metaphor,
it rains every day there,
but you can't get in the ocean,
and I am very familiar with the sea.