Droplet Dancers

A glance at a place that is now empty,

But remembering what was once there.

Stuck between dreams and coherence,

And hearing footsteps down the hall.

Rolling over in the dark and cold of night,

But met with a reminder that you’re alone.

No phone call on the way home from work.

No help with the laundry on the weekends.

No laughter to fill the evening stillness.

No body to caress and please and hold.

No colour to fill the absence of light.

No nagging to close the cupboard doors.

No complaining about staying late at work.

No more care given to the garden out back.

I question my purpose like a drop of rain questions where it will land.

And why the droplet they chose to love got stopped on a high building.

As if making it further down and alone was somehow worth more.