The Monster

 The Monster

When did this enter

To sit in its corner

A Longing from Rain

A Longing from Rain

Is there time left for love

Or just the sound

Of rain on a metal roof

Unshared

Belonging to only one

With no arms wrapped

Or lips touched

To that sound

Could be laughter

As dreams spread

Through the gaps

Of conversation

Ah not a chance today

As my thoughts

Echo in an empty bed

Barry G. Wick