alone, poems, poetry, rain

the understanding

I still didn’t understand.

Pushing your glasses up,

You looked blankly at me from across the table.

I turned to look out the window.

A bicycle with a flat tire leaned against a blue mailbox.

Rain fell slowly

As I turned back to look at you.

I saw in your eyes

A taunt that hadn’t been there before.

Life is always very lonely

distance, dreaming, feeling, feelings, poem, poetry, rain, Uncategorized

waiting in the rain

Rain against the glass of the window fell

Crashing to the ground

Beating its way into the earth.

Grabbing an umbrella

I dashed out onto my landscape

Fog, cold, heat, and damp

Permeated my senses

Unable to see distance

Waiting

Breathing in the wet concrete

Waiting patiently

In the rain

To go home