fading windowpane

(hummmm) Two AM feels

soft I count the ceiling marks

Rain writes on the glass

My phone stays face down

The hours move past

I keep a few old names

Loose in my head

They fade at the edges

Like ink on the bed

Let it rain, let it pass

I am quiet at last

Let it rain, let it pass

Nothing here has to last

I can sit with the room

I can breathe where I am

Let it rain, let it pass

I am quiet at last

I almost call you up

Then leave it alone

The window knows enough The room feels like home

Some memories thin out

Some stay in place

I stop making stories From a familiar face

Let it rain, let it pass

I am quiet at last

Let it rain, let it pass

Nothing here has to last

I can sit with the room

I can breathe where I am

Let it rain, let it pass

I am quiet at last

Maybe peace is small

A cup gone cold

My hands around it

No need to hold

Every thought slows down

When I let it go

Let it rain, let it pass

I am quiet at last Let it rain,

let it pass

Nothing here has to last I can sit with the room

I can breathe where I am