By Matt Muldoon

Like the scent of rain
I don't think about you, sometimes,
For weeks or longer.
Then... some pointless dream
Or motherless wandering thought
Will bring you lightly back to me.
Like the scent of rain
Drifting across the desert night...
And, like the thirst that grows strong
At the mention of water
A longing wells in me to have
Your soul
Pouring over me again.
And, oh,
I would laugh
And touch you with my joy;
But as the wind carried you here
It carries me away
And I am left dry
Except for the moisture
Your soul has left in my eyes.