The Sound of Rain

washing away memories

The sound is of letting go.It is falling
from darkened skies.Washing away memories
of what we were.I am soaked now.Your
sheltering heart gone.Left without even a
goodbye.I would stand here forever more, to
feel the wet cold drown me in my sorrow.
When I stand in this downpoor.No one sees
the tears falling to the ground.
This sound...
A soft whisper to my shattered heart.The
grip I had on a dream.Holding on to a lie.
Learining to let go.To stop reaching for
this illusion.It's cold hits my face, I
close my eyes.And stand in the wet,
listening.If I waited.You would never come,
you would leave me here to drown.This sound,
all around.The sound of what is at an end.
No more fairytale dreams.Making believe we
are together.I let it soak me to my soul.And
start to let go.