My Elusive Mountain

European style coffee...the old kitchen table, cloth covered from a past I buried too many times and John Lennon screaming out in pain...the vanilla candle burns.



A mist of rain outside my window climbs down to wash away that one horrible moment yesterday when you wouldn't even look at me.The rain rains,the night rains,I rain.



It was winter I had dreamed we would share...one gone by,the second one passing and you never even held me once.



All my dreams buried beneath the snow...all my love smeared across paper in ink you'll never read.



And where do I go from here?