Downpour

12 a.m.
and the rain is a freezing pool of confusion.
within wanders a single soul
drenched in perplexity, tormented by desire.
Weighed down by futility.
A single trait,
once a virtue, now his shame.
But the color grey imprinted on his mind.
Hope don't let go.
Dance this night again,
where two are as one.
A connection. Broken by virtue.
To be saved by the truth.
And the truth...
Fear not the chill of difference, but rather
relish in the warmth of connection.