You see, 
there was me 

standing by the hollow gums,
the rain belting against my shoulders
tearing the river from its bed.

There was he, 

he stood awhile, 
talk was high 
he smiled 
'may I hold your hand?' 

I smiled
he fetched a stone, 
out of his pocket 
& pelted it over the stilled water
he turned to the freshly damped gums, then to me

He turned to me


'You're lovely, but 

Please 

Don't come home.'

He dropped my hand 

I stay standing in the rain.