#1124 "crying's not for me"

with simple heavy piano music in his head he kneels backward on the couch, gaze lost in one raindrop
driving crookedly toward the window's bottom
one raindrop on a day of more than millions
but he is in the one raindrop
his life to now, his grins, his sobs
his all
he feels himself sliding, down the window pane exterior
held together on a molecular level
and at the bottom, he joins the other rain
no longer the one drop he was