Milkshakes in the Rain
Do you remember those rainy nights?
When we sat in your minivan and drank McDonald’s milkshakes
and listened to the drops as they struck the roof?
I was walking tonight in the mist, and the scent of wet asphalt reminded me of you…
Of those nights.
Before we really knew how to say I Love You.
Before we could form words to share the most intimate things, but…
We knew. You must forgive me for being sentimental.
And by “must,” I mean please do, or perhaps don’t,
since it’s not something I should apologize for.
We let words share our deepest feelings and emotions, sometimes as eloquent as the flourishes
of a feather pen.
But in the rain, I still knew before either of us said anything.
I wonder what dictates when words are best shared…
or when silence should be permitted to draw us closer together.