Thoughts of times past cloud my mind,
Rain drums against a window,
Drumming like a heartbeat,
Thousands of them, crashing,
Pulsing in pain,
Pulsing in bliss,
To each its own story,
Some tales of glory,
Others tales of sorrow,
Left for 'morrow,
Indeed, left to tomorrow.
- Jay M
January 7th, 2019