A warm rain, the sound of you leaving.
The wind blows through an empty house,
makes the doors close and open on their own.
And I remember that I am alone
and that the rain no longer soothes me.

I am forgetful of the rain.
I no longer head it
blowing under the window sills
till I am nearly soaked
in my own sorrow.
With the new roof,
the sound is nearly hollow.
Maddening.
The clock lends me its rhythm
from behind a wall of smoke
blown out blue
against the Spanish Chestnut walls.
I seem to have fallen
in thrall with lonely rain-soaked thoughts.
Missing a touch, forever unknown.
Grieving for loves unlived,
unloved lives, and vacant souls.
Adrift.
In corners of my mind
that only rain can show.
Rain, and a stiff breeze.
Rain, and an empty house.
Only me and a rain that will fall forever.
And still this fire
here will not be quenched.
And I will thirst,
because loneliness is easy.
It is hard to express.
A warm rain,
and yet I’m freezing.

04/17/2003

Posted on 04/18/2003
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