We met with eyes glazed over in tears. You said, "Let's close our eyes tight and maybe the tears will be squeezed into oblivion." And I grinned because I knew there was emptiness in those eyes already. And the cold gray blinked through the lens and melted into the stone pavement. The rain fell heavily upon our weighted shoulders and we huddled beneath a rain cloud. Our arms embraced and we felt nothing. We transported ourselves into our own kingdom where there were no tears or pain. The rain had stopped and the sun was beating upon the back of necks, burning. We sighed. The thunder clouds rolled in and it started to pour again. We went back--it was all the same. A silly little kingdom in an overactive imagination couldn't keep out the evil soldiers, who raped and tormented children and women. Who murdered fathers and sons and laughed as the blood was spilt. The crimson trickling down the rain stained pavement. And our imaginations fled from the sight. And we stood still in the rain and gazed up at the clouds to see a parting and the sun trying to break through. Our eyes met again, burning with rain drops. We smiled and walked away into oblivion.
