The Departed, On A Rainy Day

A poem from the collection On Driftwood and Oblivion

On the glass cling thousands of drops
Rain from somewhere, maybe Heaven
A belief you tended to cajole

It’s there, I can reach out and touch it
I only cannot feel it in the numbness
Of the missing presence of your soul…

Read more in the poetry collection On Driftwood and Oblivion

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