In puddles
Sending an icy shiver
Down my back,
Pervading my stillness
With abject loneliness.
The past is in the mist,
Gray distances...
And childhood remembrances.
Drizzle dampens everything
Making noon solemn,
Turning nearby windows
To candle-lit icons.
Storms with jagged arms
Of lightning
Don't frighten me
But the morose
Grayness of the haze,
The unending tedium
Of rainy days.
I realize
Everything is gone
except traces of you
Inside me
And gradually,
The years and storms
Will also sweep this away
Leaving nothing left
But rainy days.