Stop the Rain

It is evening again -
dark, cold, and raining.
I'm already tired of being
alone.
without you by my side
seems like a life-time
of exile.
Alone, sitting, counting
every drop of rain that
falls.
Doing this appears to be
the most significant to do
at times of denial and
solitude.
Every drop is a promise
not to think of you
anymore.
The rain stops.
After all the efforts and
expectations, I'm still
your prisoner.

(2006)