Poems from the Depths

Rain

Drip.
What was she like ten years ago today?
Drop.
What were the words she used to say?
Drip.
Was it fun when we used to play?
Drop.
Why didn't she just stay?

Drip.
The rain falls as I sit and think.
Drop.
The love we once had continues to shrink.
Drip.
The bond is now a broken link.
Drop.
Now all I have to do is blink...

Just like the rain stops, my tears come to an end.
I've been through so much I'm afraid to bend.
Clutching my heart I must defend.
Slowly but surely my cracks will mend.