Surrender

It shudders
The house,
Whistles
At windows,

Demanding
To be let in.

Insistent, this wind,
Totally
Unlike rain.

Rain is passive;

Inhabits
A geography
Of dark silences,

Haunted
And poignant.

And that's why
I’m disappointed—

I wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,

The misty territories
Where I escape,

But you’ve marked
Your borders
And hide
Behind your pride,
Afraid.

Well, I'm not brash;
I honour your wishes.

So let the wind
Rinse you of my memory
And time erase my face…

I only wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,

The misty territories
Where I escape.