Me and My Reflection

a lonely walk

in the settled rain

where the clouds sigh

and the damp pebbles

of the tarmac

are a deterrence.

bent knees

i sit

the rain seeps through

and i glance at myself

in a puddle.

it's been a while

since i've seen this face

i've fooled myself for a while now.

when the thunder starts clapping

its horrid beat

that's when they part

and the clouds arrive.

who am i kidding

there's only ever been me

'cause my hand was never brave

to reach out and grab

rather than hover.

who am i kidding

my only friend

has ever been my reflection.

but what's a reflection

when it can't even reflect me.