he sits there all alone

as so many nights before

slowly sipping coffee

at the table by the door

he gazes so intensely at the rain outside the glass

and sighs a mournful sigh

as he waits the day to pass…

(–why he sits and what he thinks

I venture not to say

but the emptiness he feels - I know

I lost myself that way–)

I know too well how lonely feels

I’ve had the splintered heart

I’ve cried that sea of sorrows

which no one can be a part

I’ve felt the disappointment 

of a love that’s turned away

I know the pain of hatred

from the words that people say

and I have scaled the mountain

and crawled the desert floor

I’ve blazed a trail through wilderness 

from short to desolate shore

I’ve cried up to the heavens

and cursed the wretched ground

I’ve screamed into the canyon

but, have heard no echoes sound.

yes

I know exactly how he feels

I understand his pain

for I am he

who sits and stares

intensely, at the rain.

(c) 2009, LoveWorks Ink)