I am sitting
by a wall of glass,
harbor outside, wind,
lightning and thunder and
rain
and
in each flash
I see you next to me,
that it’s
just a camera flash moment,
sudden capture,
still….
you are next to me.
You’re not tying one on
with Tisiphone tonight, no…
you’re here.
I’m there.
We sit… you and I.
Silent ghosts,
haunting
each other’s rainy nights.
Writer Moe 