The rain beats steady on the window pane
distraction from my ringing ears
and stomach ache.
Like the passing of birds swiftly south in flight
here for a moment
then steadily floating from sight.

It's not that you're missing dear,
I'm just missing you tonight.

And the memories held so near
and so close to my fragile heart,
burn holes in my chest
but I could care less
I'll take my insides charred.
If it means I can feel the way I did
so long yet not so ago.
If it means I can still see past summers so sunny,
and winters so dim and cold.
With Christmas lights lining the streets
and heavy footsteps in the snow
who knew that years later

I'd be blowing on the embers
of these memories burning my soul.