It was raining champagne
and glitter,
bottles and papers
littering the ground,
precipitation pitter-pattering,
smoke intertwined in embraces,
my sense drowned in wine,
but all that chaos shattered
when you came around,
droplets pausing in the air
to applaud
your heart-stopping entrance,
haloed in the sunlight
you brought through the clouds.
And now,
seasons have passed
and a shroud of soured memories
covers each spec
of glimmering dust.
And now,
the heavens part for no one,
the taste grows dimmer,
and this pain has dulled
to a stiffness.
And now,
maybe my heart isn't broken,
but is still doesn't work the same
as it did when we first kissed while
it was raining champagne.
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