Monday Rain.

New poem.

Strewn across this dirty floor
emotions lay painfully bare
only in the comfort of home
drops of colored water and pencil strokes
form your shapes
never has silence been so loud tonight
and never has loneliness
felt so much like death
because the paper’s come alive
and suddenly you’re here
but that’s the night’s mirage
as the dawn fades you away
and the Monday rain mixes with my tears