The Thought Of Your Goodbye Poem by Marta Mehrpouyan

I sit by my window looking through its colored glass into the strength of a storm.
I relish the angry rain that bravely leaves its cloudy home,
admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright
and the thunder that loyally follows it, always echoing its light.
A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life.
I let my mind and soul fill with the thrilling sensations, the fright,
of the angry pounding rain that gives voice to my sadness, that embodies my pain.
I watch it while it lasts... I become entranced by it
for it seems to create a void between me and the world out there,
that world that slowly disappears,
behind the wall of my tears
after lightning and thunder subside
when all that's left of my fears
is the thought of your goodbye.

(Sinome - July 2009)