Being apart and lonely is like rain. <br />It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains; <br />from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs <br />to heaven, which is its old abode. <br />And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city. <br /> <br />It rains down on us in those twittering <br />hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn, <br />and when two bodies who have found nothing, <br />dissapointed and depressed, roll over; <br />and when two people who despise eachother <br />have to sleep together in one bed- <br /> <br />that is when loneliness receives the rivers...<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-2/
