soaked reflections

It started to rain tonight. 
Hasn’t in weeks 
and I feel guilty- I haven’t 
been good to my tomato plants. 

And in my driveway I watch the rain 
appear in the street light, heavy -
unnoticed. 
I stand there, moments
thinking of you and your kids
of your wife 
of the love I imagine you share.

And later, alone.
I'm staring at my 
soaked reflection and my 
abandoned womb.