Rain

Bird feathers, leaves and old magazines.
All this and more float by me and down into the gutter.
Rain hissing against the hot pavement.
Chilly rain against the face.

Sound of the wind rustling the leaves all around.
Her eyes looking up, searching the heavens for signs of hope.

Moving my arm, trying to brush it all away.
But it feels so distant, not mine anymore.

Looking down my hand is transparent, rippling wherever the rain touches it.
Fading slowly away, into nothing.
Slow at first then faster, more and more of me turns foreign.

I will myself to move forward but the legs are not mine anymore.
I want to brush her hair away from her sightless eyes.
To whisper words of hope into the crown of golden hair.

Sight slowly fading, all I see is her forever vigilant in her search.
Watching the sky for signs of hope.

The small whispering sound of rain fading away.
And in the end even my thoughts are no longer mine.

Written by Mybrokenwings