November

I sat in the car
listening to the rain
on the roof
on the windsheild
I'm losing my fight
with November rain
too much like tears
without you again
still
the walk to my door
seems farther than
I recall
in this rain
there is no breath
between each tear
just the memory
of when I was something
more
why can't this rain
wash me clean
of moments like this
and feeling like these
autumn leaves
tonight
I am lost again
In this cold cold
November rain
without you
still

Don McGonigal November 2005