silent rain,
who said
that
such a thing
could sneak up
on me

who lied,
haven’t i read
all the right books,
i’ll sneak up
on it

not a dry eye
in the house,
yet i’m only in
the second act,
wait til i write the third

first the fourth,
and now
the news:
someone died
today

you said that yesterday
go away
i’m busy