Poem from Writing Prompt

Note: Wrote this from a writing prompt from an online poetry group.  Its been quite a while since I wrote a poem, so I figured it was time and the prompt inspired me.  Going back to basic research, I'm working on reading through a poetry book right now.  I don't often do that, in fact when my first "reader" asked me if I read a lot of poetry the idea had not really occurred to me.  And its always a good idea to take inspiration from the true literary greats.

The smell of sun-baked wood beneath my fingers
Old dust dancing like pixie dust in the last beams of sunlight
As I stand there by the window
Staring out at nothing, staring out at everything
An empty lane in the country stretching out to the great unknown

I've no place to go, but everywhere to be
In my dreams, in my deepest dreams
And nowhere to travel where you will not be
Absent, yet forever present in my heart

I lay a hand against the windowpane as the skies begin to weep
And drop their tears against my hand
Heavy drops that trickle down my palm from the other side of the glass
Distorting their own shadows against my pale skin
Like stars fallen from a smoky sky
A reflection of a summer storm, a reflection of me

I lay my cheek against the glass feeling the heat of the day cool into evening
Cool with the rain's touch on the window's steaming face
Giving voice to its sorrow, giving name to its grief

The thunder rolls a heavy ripple inside the hollows of my chest
Reminds me of that last goodbye
I asked if I should live alone, or if it was easier to die
As parts of me were torn away like a rake through tender grass
And a stranger's face looked back at me from the spotted looking glass

Forever on and forever yet to be
The song returns ever and onward, echoes back to me
Yesterday's shadow, today's existence that still bleeds
Sadness like the tears of heaven, stars that cannot see