Glass Jaw

Rain falls in seconds that fold into themselves. It is unsayable, yes, and so it sounds shitty. It is not unthinkable. Can you dream it? Can you? It was loud, yes, and you closed the windows. Why? When was the last time we danced? Was my face wide, like valleys of open hands? Did I smile? We don't have to talk. You left, but I left the hallway light on for you. I'm waiting. Waiting for you. Not…