By Heather   dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 3 March 1998

Ten Months of Canadian Rain

This Saturday
    off I'll go
       to sunny Mexico.
          Hoping to stop
             the rain still falling
                 in my heart.

As I board
    that plane
       get strapped
          to my seat
             I will hear my heart
                 beg and scream
                   "Please, please
                        fly north
                           instead of south."

To this
    I MUST come to terms
       There's now
          no way left to win.
             You've made it clear
                 you no longer want me.
                    So now I need to find
                        a way to start again.

So off I go
    to sunny Mexico.
       This American all alone.
          To try to dry the rain still
              falling in my heart.        
                    OLE. 
    
                               Damn.
                                  That truth still hurts.
                                         Ouch.