Endless Rain

Inside my bedroom,

Laying in the pitch black

With nothing but a bright, white screen

In front of me,

Squinting as I listen

To the pouring rain

Trying not to think

Of you.

I feel exposed

And not because

I'm naked, but the blanket

Doesn't cover.

This pouring rain is endless

If I focus hard enough

I won't cry

As I try

Not to think

About you.

Paolo Driussi