All that passes by, washes and goes by

I don't have that sand fixed in the skin with the sunscream any longer,
not that black make-up and pink lipstick and that rose's smelt from the lotion, no, no more.
All that came,
washed
took,
got,
all
off.
In the nights I look for your hands,
surprise, surprise,
you're not upon my arms.
Since that day,
when the rain passes, and washes, and went by.
It took you from me
just like the petals
of that rose
used for the body lotion
took from the wind
that came, and weaspered, and ran far.