The rain...
speaks softly to me
reminding me of our time together
the days, those bitter-sweet days
leading to that one tender, rainy night
I suspected that you loved me
much more than I loved you
your warm hands proved me right
those hands...
with them,
you loved me
like your body longed to
your warm brown eyes
saw me like no one had before
or ever will again
the thunder
rumble-tumbled down
as did the awful realization
of my mistake at being there
and that we could never be
then...
your sinewy arm
bearing my face
my green eyes flashing
my blonde hair flowing
old English letters
claiming "never again"
Ahh...
the rain
a gentle reminder
of an innocent heart
broken and scarred by me