thoughts are racing through my mind thoughts about him and us thoughts of the weather how you loved the smell of rain. i sit in the storm and wonder, what happens? to the thoughts never to become an idea to the ideas never to become a dream. do they pass on like a cloud moving drearily across the blue sky? no. they wait in a hollow just waiting to be thought of again and patiently, they will wait. but you, you have inadvertently left them forgotten, forsaken. though, it is not your fault. dereliction is all you've ever known.