it's tuesday afternoon
i look out the window
and down at the street
streams of rain flow down the curb
somehow i think they'll lead me
to your door
i don't know where you are
i don't know when you'll return
if only the sun would hide it's face
forever
behind the endless gray mountains of clouds
if only you could see what i am seeing
i wish you were here
Great poem, as usual. However, I'm not too fond of the title. But hey, that's.. not my choice. So. Well, it was a good poem.