Watching the rain

Stream past the balcony

Dripping from 

Lampposts

Below me…

I feel the absence

Of you

And I embrace

This peace..

No slamming doors

Or breaking dishes…

No raised voices

Or near *constant* weight

Of disappointment 

…never enough…

…always too much…

I feel another wound 

Stitched closed

By glimmering

Threads of rain

Under a cold

Gray sky

Another layer of fear

Washed away in the storm.