the ferris wheel we used to visit

standing in an empty field

now rusted,

the mint-green paint

chipping off of the metal

it's left lonely

just like i was

when you left me

the train ride to get here

was long and uneventful

the rain pattered on my window

as i listened to music—

our music

now the rain is pouring

my clothes are soaked

and my hair is dripping wet

and i can't see through my glasses

but i still stand there

staring at the lonely ferris wheel

i don't know when it happened,

maybe it was at the same time

you stepped foot on that plane

after speaking to me the night before

on the phone

as if everything was okay

or maybe it was when

you called a month after you left

and told me how you were sorry you never told me

but it was already too late

and the damage was already done

i found out

that it happened last month

after a year of not talking to you

and the last message you sent was on my birthday—

you never sent me one that day

you had slowly drifted

from my mind

and i think the fair knew

that time had ran out

as it did between us