Happy World Poetry Day, everyone.
When it rains,
I can smell it in my heart,
Aching now,
The end of an era.
The music is loud in the car stereo;
It does not matter the song,
The noise is soothing,
Anything to drown out the silence.
I remember Spring,
Waking up to new light,
The night before but a memory,
The day ahead a story to be written.
When it rains,
I think of you,
Wherever you are,
And I wish you were here.
I am tired of such beautiful moments
Passing;
What good is birdsong to the empty moon?
We are not meant to live alone.
I seek solace in a warm bath,
A candle which flickers in the window,
Ink on worn pages,
Consistent and intentional breathing.
When it rains,
I note that while it is raining now,
It will stop raining eventually,
Then it will again someday in the future.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 