Rain

Tired. Just tired. Those two little words can fill the whole of my world some days.

I am convinced someone told gravity that I called it a pansy. And now it is making me suffer to get out of bed.

I stand at the window, sipping my tea and looking out at the rain splashed darkness.

“Where are you tonight?” The thought drifts through me like a breath of longing.

Only my reflection looks back from the window. I look at myself, eyes.. once the blue of northern ice are now the gray of stormclouds. A sigh… in the right light… but no.. the years take their toll.

Headlights sweep the night, illuminating the rain. “How many miles divide us… keeping me from finding you. Are you so close I may see you from this window? Are you so far all we may share is the same clouded sky?” The cup is empty, but its warmth lingers in my hand.

I look at my reflection, my quiet companion.. his hands are rough yet gentle as he holds the cup. Arms touched here and there with the scars of the past. “Scars.. the ones you see are the least painful.” I turn from the window.. and put out the light.

Tired.. letting gravity finally win I lay in bed, eyes heavy… “will you dream of me?” The softness of the sheets draws me down.

“I will just wait for you here”

And all is silence.. but for the rain.