. . .

Soft spoken words

Belong to your lips,

I hear birds chirping

In the Distance,

And you're not here

To whisper in my ear,

So I roam, so I roam

In search of some shelter

I cannot call home.

How do you keep so dry,

Why do people keep you

safe inside, away from the rain

That's flooded my thoughts.

Am I really such a fly

on the wall of your mind?