Run from water’s bluster

     raindrops splattered on window

     heavens melting in stinging rays

     crushed dreams under feet

     shattered hopes in serrated lines

Run from striking thoughts of dying

     drip and pulse of agony

     liquefied grief in rivulets

     pouring hurt from heights

     frozen water shattered like glass

Run from drilling of watery canvas

     cold and vacant reminders of you

     reverberations of your absence

     uniting in a single puddle

     damp fingers on raw mirrors.

Alone. Again.

Glad for my tears, I let them cascade down my cheeks.  Just like the raindrops splattering our windows. No. My windows. Anyway--Just like the raindrops falling to the earth, my tears will wash away the dusts of sadness and revive my broken heart. In time. Always in time. 

But at the moment, I'm lost. 

I kneel next to my dear friend and stroke the fur that is quickly taking on the chill of this sombre April day.

Goodbye, my beautiful boy. 

I'll always love you. 

Raindrops were splattered

On my window that day

The day they brought you

To your final home

A somber procession

A priest at the head

Three on each side

And a long train

Of cloaked followers aft

Looking through the pane

I could feel the dirt turn

To mud beneath their feet

Their desperate attempts

Not to slip and

Let you fall

Battling the elements

As well as their hearts

But I could not see

Through the pain

And so I did not go

Merely noticed the drops

Like hearts

That fell from the skies

Raindrops were splattered

On my window that day

As I watched them put

The signs that say

Foreclosure: order of the city

My clunky station wagon filled

With cans and clothes and

Cigarettes and other things

I managed to keep in hand

As they were booting me out.

It's cold inside this car

The heater doesn't run

But I have no choice

I know no one

Who'd care if I lived or died

Every cent I ever made

Went straight up my nose

I lost my job because

They smelled the booze on my clothes

At ten a.m.

I want to go to sleep now

But a cop knocks on the glass

I have to leave, I guess

I'll take what little gas

I have and just drive