Your Portrait
The cadence
Of your patter—
It’s like the pudder
Of thunder
Above us;
It’s rain,
Dark rain,
Murmuring at midnight...
All these words,
all these years—
same words, same tears.
The rain is sobbing—
Please make it stop—
There’s too much pain
In this rush of drops.
Why am I always
Painting you in words
Listening for your voice
Calming your fears,
When I'm left alone
And desolate,
My pillow
Wet with your tears?
