There is a puddle

On the road by your house

I stop to look at the

Sky through it’s


I see you, there

In the clouds.

Up in the air.

I see you, there.


I am the brush of air

A warmth of breath caressing you

For a moment

Never actually touching.

I am tucked into the curve of your neck

I am tucked into the corner of your bed

I am smushed between the pages of a book

I am a bug beneath your shoe

I am the rain

As it falls onto


I am the drain in your sink

I am curved around the soles in your foot

I am the puddle you

Jump into and

I am the splash of dirty water

When your feet land in it.


There is a puddle

On the road by your house.



Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741