Cold Linoleum

I love the feeling of cold linoleum
as I sit alone in the dark.

It reminds me of how far I've come in life,
that it's ok to be comfortable with nothing
when I have more than I'll ever need.

I count raindrops; give them names of
all the people who broke my heart,
they mold together, forming puddles

upon the ground.

So many puddles...

It finally stopped raining
and the sun has mended my soul.