A Book of Poems

Remnants of you.

Remnants of you.
Pitter Patter goes the sound of rain.
On my windshield as I drive.
I hear a boom in the distance.
As a flash erupts in the sky.
Lightning.
Pitter Patter becomes loud clicks.
It is dark.
And while some find it lonely.
I find it calm.
Too see the remnants you left.
In my life.
Like a pitter Patter.
And flash across the sky.
Remnants of you.