Puddles

Sitting in my chair
looking out the window
a shaft of sunlight filtering in
Illuminating my face
A cloud floats by and blocks again
I turn my brightness
back to boredom
working hard, but as if
for nothing
more clouds gather
raindrops fall and dot the ground
filling up the uneven spaces
the earth is whole again
looking at a puddle
a face looms within
I turn around
but there is no one behind me
only myself
In the dark of the night
I scream to know, to hear, to be comforted
but no one is there
to hear my cry
only myself
My small happiness
at forgotten sunshine, locked away in
a box of rainbows
is lost
when I realize
no one is there to share it with me
only myself
looking back to the puddle
another face stares back
I realize
the one I have missed
is company with others
now I am reduced to Misery
Company is good
Friendship is better
Love is the best
but Loneliness
is man's own torture
so as I wait for you
in my chair
looking at puddles
everywhere