Deep fleeting words
run like raindrops
on hot metal
sizzling to
non-existence
on their way down

There is no rain
No wind
No sun
It is dry
and empty
lost in nothing

the dark fall rain
feels slow and slimy
weighed down with
the sins of summer
pooling into points of regret
sluicing into drains
with murmurs of lost dreams
plopping down heavy with age
brought on by chances untaken
whispering through the chill wind
wishes that will not be answered