The rain seems
to fall to
infinity
this year,
endlessly
bearing down.
But the light
still shines,
if only in my mind,
illuminating
the red thread
safely behind the veil.
I think
a blind man
can see more
with the tip
of his finger
than you can -
at least
in this lifetime.
But who am I to judge?
If your coldness taught
me warmth,
your emptiness
my eyes to see,
your surface
formed the depths
of my rain,
falling
all the way
to the bottom
of the ocean,
then so
be it.