Marlon Brando’s Stanley is Wet by Derek Collins I don’t go up the elevator this evening I don’t walk her to her door this evening Nor do I come inside Which in turn does not allow me To walk backwards to the elevator In hopes that she will open her door If just to see me one more time Before I’m gone She gets out of the car Small puddles on her glasses That were gathered On the walk from the restaurant To the car She enters the elevator Smiles Waves I race out of the parking garage Past the gate Park in the drive And run to the grass Before she even reaches the second floor She Appears on the mezzanine Walking I Standing here in the pouring rain Watching And I call out Aimee She stops Turns left Looks right And smiles Are you sure you don’t want me to come up? I say But think Are you sure you don’t want me to stay? You’re getting soaked Yes It does seem that way But It’s worth it You’re insane This is possible But you’re laughing You can’t come up tonight I know But I wanted you to know That I was willing to stand out in the rain And yell up to you If for nothing else than to talk to you for one more minute Before I’m gone You’re nuts It was worth it I turn to leave I turn back to watch her walk in She’s gone I go to the car Take a pen A coat A piece of paper And a hardback book I go back to the grass And sit under a low hanging tree near the wooded area I put the coat on the ground I put the book under the paper The paper under the pen And myself on top of the coat And I write Standing here in the pouring rain You look so beautiful I get washed away In the arms of the undertow Your world seems out of reach today You tell me not tonight And I have to leave Turn and go back to my home Then I see you smile And I remember why In this moment I will find you In this moment I will remember you And I stop Collect my belongings And walk back to the car Face to the sky She is in the rain
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