Guardian in the Rain

Six months before that night, rain slick on our skin. The pulse of

a life we were drawing in. Your coat draped my chair, the world closing

tight. We mapped every crack in the fading light. We learned which

stones held firm or gave way. We danced on the falls like we'd always

stay. You'd say, "I never glanced down with you near."

I promised, "No need, I'm the guardian here"