I listen to you as one listens to the rain,
Not entirely attentive, not distracted either
Light footsteps inside, thin drizzle outside,
Water that is half-mist, air that slips like time,
The day is rushing out the door,
And the night waits on the other side to be let in.
A dampness
Lingers around every corner,
A passage of time,
Suspended as I hover over,
Listening to you as one listens to the rain,
Without listening so much as hearing what you say,
My eyes they're half-shut, almost...