wet pavement
                          and leaves
incense for a time
the scent reaching for
reminders
when and how
                   november rain
washing away the silence
striking down fear
we sit
saying nothing
feeling
      all has been forgotten
      all we know is real
you want to believe
despite
      what you tell yourself
confusing confusion with
                         wanderlust
             and bewilderment
truth will last
longer than the rain
washing away the silence
           pulling off the pain
                                             j.g.l.