Aching

I try to turn away.
But I cannot ignore
The sound of falling rain.

My eyes can be changed.
But each drop
I can hear it face the glass
And every tear
Reminds me of the past.

I thought that perhaps
I could stand outside.
And let myself
Be taken by the storm.

But now something is gone.
Stolen by what was nothing.
By what I should have
Let go.
To falter and flail
In the winds
Which speak your name.

The constant touch
Is a distraction from the lack
Of holding.

If the skies had ears
They would have bled
From the many times
I have called for you.

If the seas had fears
They would be red
With the passion
That I had tried to stop.

But all these years.
Time had been dead.
But all these years.
You'd been here
And the pounding
Of everyone
Can't help me forget
The images I've captured
Escaping from my head.

These people say that they can help you fly away
But they oh so soon realize there is nothing they can say
For like an ominous smile they come and they go
For no hurt has ever crossed their wings, so they don't know

But the truth will take over soon.
And do what they may.
For somehow
You remain.

And burning through my eyes
You the star to my dark moon
The thoughts which could not be had
Are struggling
In vain.