Drifting
The blue evening glow surrounds me
as I sit near the window
taking advantage of what natural
daylight is left
to drift my pencil across textured paper
carefully shading in her gentle,
rounded features.
I glance outside
listening to the sprinklers
hit the tree trunks
rather violently.
It only disturbs me more
as I see the water flowing
into the street.
I am jealous
that they are crying more than me,
two lanes of water,
draining down the hill.
I lose my focus
from the silver smudges on the page
and I fade into thoughts
of nothing
and him.
