• My freezing hands shook,
    My eyes squinting in the storm
    As the rain drops ceased to be water
    Only to become God's piss.
    I stood in front of my favorite restaurant,
    Italian,
    Warm light glowing behind the windows,
    Reminds me of Christmas,
    Only I'm outside in God's piss,
    Waiting to show her the best pasta ever made,
    Entertaining the notion of bellowing to the sky,
    And tell the old man upstairs
    To find a damn bathroom.
    Wait!
    Headlights!
    Is it her?
    It has to be!
    Blood pulsing, I smile broadly,
    I was impervious to the raining piss,
    My hands stopped shaking,
    I reached into my pocket,
    Brought out a card,
    I made it myself,
    It took me three hours to perfect,
    Written inside
    Is the best love poem I ever wrote.
    The car parked!
    The door is opening!
    I stand tall,
    Ready to feel her lips warm mine.
    A heel stepping out of the car!
    A leg!
    A...
    Woman.
    Not my woman.
    A man followed this woman.
    They laughed.
    My heart turned iron cold.
    I could feel the piss again.
    I ruined the card in my clenched fist.
    She couldn't have forgotten.
    She couldn't have stood me up.
    She's coming right now...
    A man's face floats into my mind.
    Not my face.
    A handsome face,
    Shining his shotgun smile.
    I've seen this face too often.
    I've seen him with her.
    I don't want the truth.
    But still I whispered,
    "Where are you?"

    BOOM!
    A flash of lightning.
    I got my answer.

    God just took a giant s**t.