Insignificant Poem by david e golledge

Your scent on my shirt
brings your face.

It spans the width and
depth of my universe,
creating worlds and stars
and tears.

The cosmos is shrinking
And so am I.

Blackbirds subdue the grey
clouds I think under.
Heralds of stillness,
silencing
the chaos of thunder.

You are not with me.

It seems your absence has made me
A defenceless target for
every falling raindrop.

Chilling dew excites my spine
in the same way you did only
your fingertips were real
and sensual,
not fluid insincerities.

The rain is insignificant.