Hinged

A single raindrop kissed my cheek, and you tucked me beneath your jacket canopy before the message reached my sensors. You sought to be my guard from harm and elements alike, shielding me like precious, carried cargo. Stars spun from my eyes and danced like twinkling fairies, and I thought this must be love. Safe, in the bubble you kept me, where it was easy- until it wasn't. My backward shotgun ride, securely hinged to your pickup. Your shield of well-intended, false protection, weighing me down. And I'll die trying to rise again, to walk away from rain.