The Wheel

It rains upon my nose
And my shoulders all the day
Though I walk the empty streets
In my wet and soggy clothes
The tap-a-tap-tap on the sidewalk
Lets me feel that friends are near
Their voices echo in my mind
The mirror image of our talk
Shines behind me like my dreams
And I cannot comprehend
That they’re no longer there,
Why change befalls me, yet it seems
That what I want I cannot have
Though the flowers on my path
Bloom in colors bright and sure
The pictures from my past, a salve
That soothes the loneliness I feel
Choices made to just survive
Kept me from the truth of us
And the spinning of the wheel.
So I’m hollow deep inside
The words play o’er and o’er again
Yet the rain washes off the pain
And the truths in me abide.