Poetry by Sarah

Beaded

       rain
beads
on my window

I pick
just

o
n
e

d
r
o
p


and trace
your path
with my finger

I notice
that ‘though we are
on opposite

sides of the glass

strangely
we move
together

as I follow
your lead

I wonder
about
your sense of urgency

your hidden purpose

a mission
stoically pursued

and I listen intently…

——

but abruptly
you disappear

joining the ranks
of those before you

you were too quick

you didn’t stick around

and I couldn’t grasp
what you were saying

I’m dismissed
and you’re gone

so now all I can do
is infer

By Sarah ©2023