Falling Rain

flat light begins to
brighten the grey clouds
but the rain still falls.
the cold drops
bring a chill to my shoulders,
icy fingers on the keyboard
despite the heater
and the warm coffee
beside me.
i gaze through the
spattered pane
at the wet world
seeing nothing.
my thoughts on where i sit:
between. waiting.
my story falls open
to a different chapter
than yours.
i love you
but our lives
are divided
by a veil
like the sheeting rain.
scripts
populated by a different
cast of characters,
locations separated by
miles.
years.
in some ways we will
always connect.
and in some ways
we never will.