Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

63: alone with the rain and moon.

Happy with my space, as selfish as a man can be,
loving the way a room empties as far as my eyes can see.

For my eyes only, when droplets fall like confetti,
waiting for the regret to haunt me.

Neglecting my friends, a regret that consumes me,
setting myself free as I contemplate a rainy night.

A comformist with possibilities, the whole world to see,
nobody to answer to, wondering what awaits for me.