It’s been raining all day
To spaced to care about
my whereabouts
Been floating on this mattress,
drifting between yellow lines
The time on the clock glows brightly
At 9:17
Dark, but I can see them
Wet, walking, they're on the sidewalk
While I drift on a sea of gray and yellow
She is wearing a frown and it makes me sad
What is her life like, walking in the rain?
It's coming down hard
Sadness
Maybe they’ll vanish out of my view,
but not out of my mind
I am sorry
11-4-18
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
It’s been raining all day
To spaced to care about
my whereabouts
Been floating on this mattress,
drifting between yellow lines
The time on the clock glows brightly
At 9:17
Dark, but I can see them
Wet, walking, they're on the sidewalk
While I drift on a sea of gray and yellow
She is wearing a frown and it makes me sad
What is her life like, walking in the rain?
It's coming down hard
Sadness
Maybe they’ll vanish out of my view,
but not out of my mind
I am sorry
11-4-18
Late night drive in fall. I remember seeing this couple walking in the rain. Thus, the poem. Enjoy.