Puddles

Another gray morning drag myself up out of bed like so often it seems dark clouds gather overhead as moments cherished puddle in my mind thoughts of lost love surface memories can be so unkind Feelings turn bitter cold that once kept me warm I now shudder with the sorrow under this on-going storm Hushed sounds of solitude thunder in my ears as the rain keeps on falling as if ten thousand tears No forecast of fair, only these same black skies in sight loves wounds again bleeds well into the night Drag myself back to that empty, vacant bed regret plans not done and things, the little things left unsaid The numbness of sleep I hope to find escape painful memories drain these puddles from my mind