Cloudy

I will not render my
self.
Until you near your
self.

The rain has said to me, repeatedly: "A word was carried between your lips,

between my grip."

You were smiling yesterday but today you are in the spot in which I have been
many times,
"What do you wonder" I think,
as
your blank stare
speaks volumes
and sadness
my eyes to witness
you
turning your back
against the cold.