Out in the half empty hotel carpark
a woman is putting a key in a car door.
A slow drizzle coming down
in muddy orange light.
Through the dark a man runs toward her
and comes to a halt
a few feet away.
When she turns round
they stand there looking at one another
for a minute,
not a word passing between them.
Then she gets in the car
and drives off.
He stays there alone
for a little while.
He must be getting wet
wearing only a shirt and pants.
And I know this scene by heart,
I’ve been here before.
I know what he’s feeling
and why the rain
doesn’t even come into it.