A Thank You Poem

These were just thoughts
I have sometimes
come back for a visit,
but struck down at once,
while the sky dripped,
and my glow returned.

Stormclouds in residence,
pregnant waterdrops crashed
both sides of this street.
I smiled at these,
while feelings covered me
in tiny little kisses,
up every vertebrae
and sank deep in gray mass.

In this rain,
I momentarily thought
a series of harsh words
at myself, for myself,
but it was not my voice
of which I thought
as the words came.
Now, his voice jams
the signals in my brain,
and I can't take me seriously.

I just roll my eyes
and tighten an embarrassed smile,
while the splashes diminish
and the clouds break apart.
Only the afterglow of love
can remain
as I recite
the message he gave
in a birthday present
no one else knows was mine.