Maybe this time

Your gaze, risque',
Oh but in all the right ways,
takes me in as I stand here soaking,
Pouring tears just to see its raining.

Three more steps, and you can save me,
And maybe if you would just lean in,
you could hear the breaking and burning,
This reticent heart losing all meaning.

"All he did... All he gave, was hurt.
And goodbye was my only riposte.
I wonder, would you hold me please,
Help stop the numbing, help stop the shaking?"

And then in your eyes flashed the years,
It wasnt the rain, I swear they were tears.
Memories of words and radio silence,
And we knew your pain was my connivance.