I awoke 
to rain
a wee
pattering snare
tapping of
impatient nails
a far
away heartbeat 
little else 
than that 
in darkness 
I dry
here inside 
as the 
city and 
clouds cry

I have 
found nothing 
and it
is beautiful 
imagine everything 
and everyone 
being everywhere 
now nothing 
no one 
and nowhere 
this then
is me 
empty absent
body on
a bed
little more 
than that 
likely less

Once found 
then finished 
now treasured
guarded and 
defended too
most things 
go missing 
not this 
for now 
belongs to
no one 
else else’s 
but mine 
by myself 
and I 

Sometimes we
they he
or she 
needs time 
away to 
iron out
their wrinkles
keep the 
window open 
but close 
the door 
and get 
on with 
living life 
if and 
when they 
come back 
there is 
a way

We were
then not
never ended 
just evaporated
the little 
dew drops 
we saw
disappeared from 
our flower
and now 
years later 
by surprise 
that invisible 
rain returned 
in the 
cool night 
and dotted 
us again 
making things 
all sparkly 
such is
dewy affection