empty puddles

the day is indigo
and rain has found
its home on my skin
you are everything
I am missing
I long for new
continuity
that recognizes me
no umbrella
just a rocking chair
I watch as horses
clear the meadow
no reason for vigilance
alone with my thoughts
and all these empty puddles
dangerous silence
yet
I've changed too much
to let you in
but inside
floor boards ache with age
they disagree with me