Lonely Last Night

The rain reminds me of
the solitude this evening
brings to my bed.
In these sheets I lay
alone and motionless,
listening to the
pitter-patter of the drops
landing outside my window.
My prone position
feels uncomfortable but I
remain here, unwilling
to move, as if
this is the penance
I must pay for
not following my heart.
She was right there
for me, but I was
the timid one, unable to
block out the voices
within my head
and outside among the masses,
telling me this kind of love
just could not be.
So now I lay here
alone, the rain providing
its medley of melancholy
to capture my feeling
of loneliness.