Some stunted departing words
Conventional yet presented
Like a granite tile
Close at my feet

You sneer somewhere in the realms of smiling
Before you step the stairs
Moments pass

A dash of rain spurts across the glass
Complicated window
I know now
That you curse
Somewhere in the realms of whining

In utter solidarity
Juvenality buried amongst nostalgia accosts me
I stare
Somewhere in the realms of admiring

My window is drying
We are also dispersed
Somewhere in the realms of tiring