Once again I sit

Awaiting your pleasure

The rain pours through my eyelashes

Down through my brain

Drowning the joy of past encounters 

Wiping the memory of the sunshine from your face

Life is a series of throw away lines

Those you remember will make sense

Somewhere later

Down the track

When the context kicks in

Others are lost

Nothing more than dangling threads

Silken lines wafting in your wake

Nothing to adhere to