Her Passing

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.