Tuesday, April 4, 2017


The heavy hearted raindrops
              make their kamikaze run
              on my umbrella
Smoke and ashes lift away
              upon the breeze
The light from the doorway
              silhouettes a solitary
              figure in the shadows
              of the trees
No thoughts but of loneliness
No touch but my own
No kiss but my dying cigarette
The feeling of alone

Alison Day