alone

Rain Thoughts

Winter rain windscreen
The week’s collection of thoughts
Together we sit
Feeling the whispering rain
Waiting for more time alone

the last of the leaves
to seethe at the sight of love
leaving love alone

A cup of tea, for one; I sit alone with my archived thoughts.

A welcomed cup of tea, yet the thoughts are wicked and sorrowful.

Can’t we brush them away? If we did, then I wouldn’t be thinking about you.

I used to long for days alone. Now they are my everyday.

A coming to be
beginning understanding
sipping tea alone

to sit alone,
hidden from the rain

darkening the afternoon sky

alone with my thoughts
staring at the raindrops
falling hard towards the ground

to sit with you
the collector of my thoughts
shaping poetry you won’t read

tickled by your humour
understanding we are different,
yet we are the same

Almost part of the sky,
as the embrace of solace eases the sadness.

You will be sitting at home reading or playing a game,
yet you’re not now.

Now you’re just ash,
and I am now alone.