Rain falling
Like a long ago lover
I ran from
In favor of deeper
Grey earth valleys
And air dully filled
With the scent of
Warm wet concrete

If he was new
I'm an old, old soul

This one is another
Dripping face under an eave
I prefer to be
Where I can feel
Cool winter pain

"Mind if I?"

"I didn't know
You smoked."

"I don't."

But

Marlboro

Reminds me
Something of home.