Dear you...

Smokes from my cigarette
are slowly dancing around me
with your shadow,
along the plaintive melody
of falling rain outside;
thousands of droplets
with your name softly whispered
each time they touch the earth.

It feels empty once again.

Yet nothing changes.

But I'm still sitting here,
waiting by the window pane
for your sun to rise on my world.

*I know who you are... do you?*