MY RAIN

It’s raining now

Cars hiss by

Wet asphalt

All of this

Still I dream of you

 

I’m sitting here

A window seat

Drips find their way outside the window

My fingers drum a beat

Thoughts being filed

Wrongly filed and scattered

Yet the scattered ones form something new

All of this

Still I dream of you

 

Clean linen

An empty space next to me

Outside the driving rain

Inside rivers of glee

Emotions and desire coalesce

Forming something new

All of this

Still I dream of you