Today I’m as speechless as ever,
The tree’s misinformed me of morning rain
imitating that inviting sound with the clap of its leaves.
I raised my head in hopes I could smell the drops as they crash landed.
All I could smell was downstairs breakfast.
I tried to figure out what was on my mind
whether it was an emotion, a disappointment, or just something I’d be soon expecting.
I’m still not sure, today I’d rather be alone
And that’s purely pride talking, I hate being alone.
Sometimes I speak in opposites.
Really, I’d like him to stay, just lay by me as I write, or cry, or something I’d be soon expecting.
But today, I’m as speechless as ever.