Gentle thumb
Cleared patches
And streaks on
The fogged window
To see the raindrops
Trickling down
Its glassy pane;
You gazed your way
Into my soul,
Until the rain ceased.
I stopped –
You smiled –
Your breath turned
Into my lullaby…
I chuckled –
You consoled –
My tears turned
Into your reason…
Being apart
Even before
Being together
Was perhaps
The only reason
We had to go on…
– June 21st, 2012
~ s.r. ~
