Her Passing
Once again, the rain is falling.
The Sun has fallen too.
In the dark of night, windows pitter-patter
with the rhythm of the rain.
Gazing out into the darkness
he longs to see her face again
to feel her gentle warmness
to inhale her scent of love
but she is gone, forever.
When the Sun once
would shine upon her face
it made her smile all the more alluring.
It brought a warmth
to her sensual body
that oozed with love.
The day she passed, it was raining.
It seems to have never stopped
and she is gone, forever.
If the sun should ever rise again
would it stop the rain?
Could it bring her back again?
He knows it’s not possible
and wonders, “What is the meaning of my life?”
Without her, all there is, is the rain
the coldness, and the emptiness.
He feels the loneliness, the lack of passion.
His body is a cavern of despair.
Looking out into the dark rain
he sees a light, small and dim.
It appears to be growing as it approaches
It stops directly below his window.
A woman disembarks from the taxi.
He swears it is her.
He screams her name aloud.
His door opens as though someone had the key.
It’s the nurse, bringing his nighttime meds.