Don't get up in the night.
Don't fret, worry or chew your nails
Staring at the rain
Looking for answers—
When there aren't any,
At least,
None in the rain-streaked pane
Or boiling puddles
Of pain.
Go back to bed and dream
About the first time we met—
How kind I was
And how I always remembered to whisper
Your name
Like a sacred incantation
Then, ask yourself
Was it me or was it you...
Perhaps, it was the mythical Someones
Whom we all know
Can call a game
Simply because of rain.
© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved
