I long for you like the grass for the rain
And I remember that voice, as distinct as the sound of storms in the city, as the cars splash by
The thought of you will bring me pain
A mere shadow at the end of the hallway
Or the silence at the end of the day
Unnerving, reserved, wonderful
Like a phantom the image of you is fleeting
But I will always remember those blue eyes, and drowning in them
I can no longer hear you speak in the back of my mind
Yet your words feel like my own
Your voice feels like safety, like home
Now shrouded by fog
Perhaps we’ll meet again
Maybe just for one day

it rains here most of the week
my respite after drying off being
the stove and an old film or an
anime

things have not worked out as
we hoped; so we will carry on

as we have carried on before
while the music plays. he told

me about his condition and i
was pleasantly not surprised
but pleased

it all makes sense as to why
i like some folk

though some could understand
that we do not all have the same
beliefs
if any

enough today . i will drink
my morning tea and cary on.

listening…..