A train of thoughts…

In the middle of the night
I lay and listen to the rain
In our hot room the sounds of splash
draw out my deep thought train
Were you not here so short-a-time-ago
to sweat with mine
The ticks might tock by
so bloody slow
hammering out my empty time
Through this din of rain and thunderous clocks
my thoughts collect on you
I’m sure though slow these days will fly
and bring me close in time to you