Opaque Rain
08/17 2021
Days fall like years as I wasn't listening
At the smoky booth's of youth, and whispering
Of things that definitely weren't existing
And moments, eyes that were soothing by themselves
I don't sound that different anyways,
My voice is still shaking ...
Still disappearing ---
Still different from what anyone was saying,
Or what you were wearing, or the books
That we were both reading.
The characters we were playing
Were a facsimile of our mutual pleasure,
And our tired hands and legs that were aching.
But there were times when we we couldn't
Be all that different and love that pleasure
But things have changed ---
It seems so long ago now,
When the days were made for us
And everyone else would listen at us masquerading.
My vision trembles against what is behind me
All that I owe, all that I haven't done
The marble steps, her room, her dress in candlelight
Her smile, so secure, yet insecure ---
As I sat sipping my beer so cool
Waiting for her eyes to catch up
To the morning, to the opaque rain
That falls gently, below the floor.