finally, the rain


her voice rises and falls as she describes

her new life to me—in this old café.

i listen with care to every little

sound she makes, her voice inside my head—

what do I crave from her intimate voice,

what good is this unusual courtesy?

i look out of the window, and i see

some wind-stirred flowers of jacaranda trees—

autumn has arrived in this city at last.

i pick up the blue mimosa and read

a page for her. she says, “you still believe

in things like that?” silence. a heavy sigh.

outside some grey, untiring sparrows chirp.

the flowers fall, and finally—the rain.

Poetry by bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-22 at 17:36

Tags Love  Sonnet  Loss 

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So sensitive and vivid.Like being there next to you.Bravo.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
It's a joy to read a poem as fluent and as fine, as perfectly modulated, as this. Thank you for posting it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very atmospheric, a fine poem.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is sensitive and expressive. well done.