Sometimes you're sitting
Where you'd usually be,
The same four walls,
The same folded dreams,
And the telephone rings,
The cars splash in the street,
You move to watch the rain,
How it converses with the trees,
And you're the silent creeper,
Wanting to stand unseen,
And you go back inside,
To the sound of shuffling feet,
Your sister slamming the door,
Your mom holding her tea,
Your eyes fall on every object,
Your watercolors, a book you reread,
What's wrong with the time,
Why does it feel bittersweet?
Their voices get muffled,
A silence grows near,
Sometimes it feels like I'm watching
From behind a screen,
Somehow I feel nostalgic,
For my dad reading his newspaper,
The smell emerging from the kitchen,
How it fills the whole house,
My dog barking in the background,
As if they might disappear,
Maybe it's this rainy day,
The seasons shifting gears,
Sometimes you want to savor a moment,
Something you want to keep,
Before you resume taking things for granted,
And the evening settles around eventually.