rain falls, yet
we don’t feel
the change
rain falls, yet
we don’t feel
the change
I think about you. About going to the movies. To watch. To smile. To be together. I miss those nights at the picture house, sitting in the dark, arms not touching, lingering close to you.
I turn the radio on climb back, under the blankets, listen to voices in the dark.
Even the branches
weep in the cold grey, winter
knocks on the window
I walk around the house in darkness, not ready for the morning, not ready for what it brings. Feeling my way around, the start of today.