Loneliness

Being apart and lonely is like rain.

It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbsto heaven, which is its old abode.

And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those twitteringhours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each otherhave to sleep together in one bed-that is when loneliness receives the rivers…