Different than Before
by Ru
(written 2003)

rain roars up like a lion’s roar,
and things that soar,
my fingers are sore,
and bruised.
up from the pavement, the rain sprays,
in a myriad,
of greys.
and I am left here, ignored and forgotten,
my concert reduced to the baseline,
my audience trailing out like the rain down my window sill
my heart is draped over my shoulder, like a fur coat,
my four leaf clover won’t work with tis bloke.
my heart is a wall that stretches out for miles,
red and brown, green and blue,
oranges and yellows and purples too.
they splatter and splash and dribble and pour,
and I am left here, different than before.
where does this all go, I wonder to myself.
where am I going here in this house with my shelves,
and my paintings and my memories, and my music so cool.
like the air is cool,
and your voice was cool,
and the cookies cooled,
                        and my heart’s walls,
                                now different,
                                            than before.