Alone once again.

All alone.

Except I am taking the photograph.

I am here.

So why do you always seem so alone
sweet friend of mine,
my dear one,
my love.

Why so alone
in your thoughts
and your reveries.

Am I there in those dreams.

I know I have been
before.

I was always there before,
when dreams were plans,
and plans were joyously fulfilled
as we traveled
to and fro,
just we two.

Alone in the rain,
awaiting the train,
wistfully wondering if 
this is all there is
for you.

Have we lost our way
on this journey
down life's 
shaky, jerky, rattling
cobblestoned by-roads.

May we share
the umbrella once again,
if I still can be your lover and friend,
or is this just
the last rainy day
until
au revoir.