Rain running it’s fingertips on the window
I am caught in that moment
Smell of the damp earth lingering
Seeping into the walls I hide behind
Music drowning the pain between the head and heart
Getting bored of conversations
I could hear what is whispered
The window makes me dizzy
Can you hear the sound my tears make?
Running down uncontrollably
Making way to my lips
Drenched in misery, I stand ‘ther’
Staring at the rain, searching
Wondering how? why? ‘wher?’
Hoping to find you
Starting on a blank page
Writing a poem on your name.
I especially like the image of the window making the speaker dizzy, and how – even though they can see through it – the window and the rain create such an impenetrable barrier.