Losing a Planet (original poem)

Losing a Planet  
  
I’m missing something this morning  

I don’t know what some part of my shadow maybe  

but no it’s still there as it leads me townwards  

and I don’t know what it is    

    I’ve lost    

as I drift through the square in the blue haze of the sun  

and a sudden rain starts to fall from empty skies  

falls soft against my face  

falls sparkling in the sunlight  

falls so fine it keeps losing  

    its direction  

a sun-shower   

    vanishing      

and I move on to streets  

of shoppers and traffic and skinny buskers  

still wondering what it is  

    that’s gone  

when I pass a café    

and stop by the window  

at a lonely face –  

but it isn’t    

    you.