COUNTING RAINDROPS

COUNTING RAINDROPS

Counting raindrops might be easier
than counting the tears I've shed
or the many long nights I've waited
for the sound of his voice...

The telephone rings and I rush
to answer, only to hear a voice
checking to see if I'm all right,
or just to say hello; it isn't him.

I try to fill my days and my thoughts
with other things, unaware of loss;
I smile and walk and talk and
hardly ever...do I cry anymore...

Tonight the soft rains are falling
and I am outside, counting raindrops.
Mixed with my tears, I lose count.
I start over, counting raindrops.

No more tangles, no more tears.
Only the rain.

Countrymom
4/19/06

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