Wednesday Morning (Poem)

I want to miss you in the rain

Seeing your face in the mirrored droplets of the downfall

So that I find you pictured everywhere I turn

Seeing your face in the puddled forms of the sidewalk

So that I change my step to not disturb your gaze

Seeing your face in the glistening windows of the storefronts

So that I pause to stare into your countenance

If I do this, then the grief that overcomes subsides

As there you are and there you and there you are.

Until I remember with the returning ache of solitude

That I never met you do not know you will never find you.

You never existed do not exist will not exist

There is only a walk in the rain