all that i hear from the rain at dawn <br />when in the usualness of <br />waking up early <br />the mind begins what it must do <br /> <br />is this grumbling of things that always leave us <br />why people do not stay <br />why this world rotates and tilts <br />why you are left in the corner of the door <br />always waiting <br />for someone to return back to your arms again <br /> <br />when the years have dimmed into some rotten memories <br />into dust into air <br />and your face has become nothing but an empty <br />space in one of the lonely corners <br />in your heart<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-that-i-hear-from-the-rain-at-dawn/
