blench

hide underneath the hood
against the spitting sky
i blench from all the grey
consuming you and i

you into distance fade
a silhouette of blue
a memory of a shade
of one that i once knew

i retreat a little further
into my coat and self
our story done and written
just a book upon a shelf

in future days the rain
will remind me of this time
and i will pour over the pages
and lose myself in rhyme

but now the drizzle falling
and home again is calling

to lick my wounds and start again
with paper blank and a new pen