Listening to the Rain

I sit listening to the rain heartache that’s hard to see droplets roll down the glass like pieces inside of me drop, drop, drip no particular pattern, no true given pace; my one true wanting wishing to see your face drop, drip, drop racing to the windowpane breaking as they slide down the distance tearing us apart slowly, steadily, without a sound drip, drop, drop I sit listening to the rain heartache that’s hard to see droplets reach their destination wondering if you’re missing me