Nights Like That

On nights when rain Falls
steadily upon the wood and
shingles of a solid roof, across a 
Wooden house, 
                Then

                Then i Lay in my bed, and my bones Ache.
and my muscles Fall into the Foam and the Springs, 
and i Stare
into the Darkness 
above,                   reflected, as 
Below.

and i think of 
One soul, not Mine, 
just Two, intertwined.

On nights like this, when no light can avail me,
when the crack under my door, and the window
are soundless,
lightless,
                   lifeless,
Then, i think of us.