BEHIND THE GLASS

This is a slow start again, so please be patient..

A man
Observing the raindrops
On the train window

As they were your own tears
Streaming down the glass
Outside of you.

You're not touched by this
But the grief
Is everywhere
It's just inside of you.

And outside there's your wail
Pouring down.

Your tears are flowing on the glass
And the grey city outside the window
Is silently watching you
Walking away.

What happens when the train leaves?
You go home
And your tears remain on the window
And disappear into night.