the rain began thick and tender
dense and wild on my roof
in my head
licking the rain i was feeling cold
and god was looking for shelter
was he running without an umbrella
in the shape of a little child
i didn't know he can smile
through clouds and hide
under falling leaves
we feel ugly
sheer incompleteness
our teeth
our hair
our skin
i see my self through the rain
doryan grey
through you
time passes through me
i have a cat
a grey persian
who is a kind of comfort
to me
shelicksmytearswhenicry
whenisleepsheisnear
before the cat it was you
remember