Blur like lines on the driveway in chalk

Rain comes and rain pours

The once hued driveway back to boring black

Dissipating from waves of colorless liquid

Lost art

Stolen from you by someone greater

Take up that chalk again I beg

Become the Picasso of the sidewalk

Producing paintings of grandeur

Because even when the rain comes

And it will

Temporary is better than nothing at all

I don't know

If you ignore me

Because you're 

Over it,

Or if it's

Because you

Can't stand

To hear 

From me

Right now.

But I hope

It's the latter.

I don't want

To be the

Only one

Hurting

Right now.

I need to know

I meant 

Something,

Anything,

To you.

Because you mean

Everything

To me.