these faceless rainy days make ghosts of men
who dash along head down in wine dark streets
harsh footsteps muffled by the general damp
their figures dissipate. gray nothings. bleak.
stern buildings hunch together, cold and meek,
complicit in this stark humanity.
the misty sky with bold brush seeks to paint
all with a dull, cruel anonymity.
these phantom apparitions in the crowd
the distant nearness always out of reach
just touch, a simple touch is all i need
but we pass by ephemeral, each to each.
i linger longer caressed by this fall
the faintly falling rain that wets us all