She Left In The Rain...

She Left In The Rain Without My Umbrella
Creating A Deep Negated Space In My Spirits,
The Miles I Covered Still Lay Green In History,
But Her Smile Was Still Throbbing Somewhere,
As Her Eyes Mused A Hymn To Soothe My Brain,
I Walked Alone, Enjoying Life’s Pungent Sarcasms,
& Nature Being That Unpaid Event Manager, Had
Already Set The Aura Of An Utopian Melancholy,
Making Me Appreciate, That Even 2 Months Skip,
Faster Than The Sound Waves, & As Her Distant
Voice Drenched Me Then, Night Stayed Boisterous,
& Dawn Left My Reveries As Unanswered Soliloquies,
& I Wait With Anticipation, For That Next Friday Evening...

That Smile...

That Smile Dabs Away My Unseen Whimpers
& For A While The Wall Clock Asks Me The Time
Then I Lay Drenched In The Rain Of A Sunny Day
& The Zephyr Chills My Soul For No Better Reason,
But It’s Not Dark Now, As I Close My Shadowed Eyes
Since I Have To Open It To Amass New Dew Drops,
From The Lush Green Of That Fresh Wintery Dawn.
The Calendar Dates Start Fluttering Like Butterflies  
As I Wait For The Hissing Friday On That Platform
To Get That Glimpse & Treasure It For A Week Long.