Rooftop in Brooklyn (working title)

[ezawislak22]

I walk the streets alone
in this new neighborhood I now share with my lover
the air, cool and pregnant with rain, swirls around my neck
tangible on my bare skin.
Lifting my fixed gaze up away from the sidewalk,
I slow my pace.
Like the rain, as yet unseen but expected,
I anticipate the day I will once again walk this path
in an effort to leave.

But for now, as I walk, I think back
to a starless night on a rooftop in Brooklyn
you breathed a quiet, luminous air into my hollow skin
filling me out.
The single tear that never fell, emotion liquified.
Gravity eluded you, so that you hovered above me,
pulling me up
with each long, lingering look.
I made it just short of eye level before
I wandered off again.

Awakened from the memory by the first rain drop,
I look towards the sky
dull gray punctuated by the flight of rust and amber colored fallen leaves.
I duck under an awning
as the storm bellows its complaint louder now.
Hoping to wait it out, patiently
until I see there is no foreseeable end in sight
and I step out into the rain to continue walking.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderful poem! I much admire your line-breaks and the fluidity of your lines.

An additional pleasure was that the poem reminded me of a book that's long been a favourite of mine, A Walker in the City, by Alfred Kazin.

[amanda_isabel]

wow, a reader can almost feel the rain.
lovely poem, ezawislak :)

[qimissung]

I, too, felt the rain, and the bittersweet memory evoked.

[MorpheusSandman]

Very nice poem; I also have to repeat that the rain is quite palpable. I also love these lines:

"Gravity eluded you, so that you hovered above me,
pulling me up
with each long, lingering look."

Very nice. :)

[billl]

My favorite line was "emotion liquified"--the tear echoing/echoed by the rain.

[ezawislak22]

Thanks to all for your comments! Means a lot!