Giving Way

Giving Way

The pavement sings with the percussion of a steady precipitation,

     heavy blanketing the city with a dampness that seeps to bone.

Long ago the saturated gray afternoon gave way to the inky night,

         feeble street lamps pushing back the tangible dark.

Rain drums its fingers on the windows,  BORED.

          The wind heaves a gusty sigh against the frame- bored.

More alone than alone on a night like this- an isolation unique to itself-

         grief, too tangled to unpick, leeches warmth steadily –

 No fire can warm the flow of blood through the veins-

       pooling instead on the colorless sidewalk- mixing with rain and cooling.

A hollow shell, abandoned when its owner took flight- now cold- a brittle reminder.

In the morning the rain will ease and the pale winking eye of the sun begin to dry the night’s tears,         

gently washing away evidence, making the city smell new again.

authors note: Another SH inspired poem.