get-back-up-again

The rain falls like it's running away from the sky, little rivers cutting through still air and weighing us down as we try to fly, saying, "Yeah, you really don't wanna go up there."

i. On Sunday, I got dressed up;   I wanted to see you,   but I knew you wouldn't show.   You never show anymore.   I prayed that you'd come   later that night.   I just wanted to see you.   But you weren't there. ii. Monday came around    and you emailed me to tell me    you'd be leaving soon.    I'm proud of your work.    I started wondering if    we would actually last.    We hardly speak and you...    you never come around anymore. iii. Tuesday, I already knew     that you wouldn't be there at all.     I'd be surprised if you were     because you never are.     I began getting upset     because I felt like I