Genevieve

The useless rain

the shivering of the glass against it

makes the smallest noise

For the time being I feel like magic still happens

there must be something in the wind today

Because it hasn't rained in California since I moved here.

I can hear your voice telling me it's time to sleep

Tor rest my brain from the hellish travels I have taken

I know you are right as you always were when you here

But I know you aren't anymore  and I have to wait until I can thank you

I hope that the storm brings you to me in my sleep tonight

I miss you so very much and I want you to know that the color of life is dull sometimes

But I have your whisper memories to bring the prism color back to the daytime

And when I feel the tears start I am comforted to know that is when I can find you.

Good night Genevieve, I will look for your face when sleep joins me

Beyond the chaotic noise and trees

In the kitchen where I last saw you listening to the rain

and the shivering glass against it making the smallest noise

feeling like magic still happens.