The Rain's a Requiem Tonight

I have stilled
the frenetic bird flight of my thoughts, of you
into this frozen lifeless spread
this sheet of glass framing

The window of my listless soul. Outside
the rain falls,
in another listlessness
its cloying wetness, a weepy requiem

No ears can hear.

Sightlessly seeing, I stay inside
the familiar embrace of a cold only the rejected know. Outside
from the brimming eyes of a grieving sky,
in a flood the tears roll.

Soon you will be an alien pain.

The lacerations on my soul will heal
into scab I can never touch or peel,
again, I will live.

Till then, the salve
is the play of these flightless words
the poultice of my loneliness,
the silence of another answer-less night.