raining

Its raining here, and the sound on my roof window,
Makes me think.
Of the time I have wasted.
Of looking at candles and writing words.
I think of love, cold and lost.
Of bodies, warm and twisted and together,
Breathing each others breath
And drinking each other in.
Mistakes made, for moments of rapturous torment.
And now I sit,
Listening to the rain.