I Might Have Known The Rain Would Come. By Will Burns.

She sleeps all the next day.
And the rain and the drive,
and the broken down van are
just shreds of a bad dream
for a while, at least.

I would be walking
the dogs on Gréve de Lecq.

On my own.

He would be here, waiting
for a tow truck by the side
of the road, or sitting at three
a.m. in a hospital waiting
room, just to feel her hand
touch the small of his back
for a moment.