Low pressure system

My ego is fragile,
Flickering like the candle
On the table at the Thai restaurant
Where I eat alone. No word
From umbrella guy
And slowly my confidence
Disintegrates, drifts upward
To join the fast-moving clouds
Which vanish somewhere
Over the lake. Maybe the vapor
Trail of my unhappiness
Seeded the atmosphere,
Because it rains and rains
Until I do not remember
The sun. Water pours off
Buildings and off my face
Until I just want to blow
The fucking candle out.