Where avenues end

What remains of those shadows  

that in a spark of memory ,accompanying us,

up the rainy  avenue of life ?

One late day,we were walking up the avenue

-It  was raining , your big umbrella  offering us 

  a shelter Like a ship  in time and seasons-

  And you  took my arm ...Slow and sweet  caress...

Time sounding the death knell a cold november's day  ...

 Then I left ... And you continued  to walk  alone  or

  perhaps accompanied, under your big umbrella ,

 taking another arm  ?  I dont know ...

  When I came back I knew forever  the avenue of life  

empty  of your rainy dreams  and the colors of the big umbrella

mixed with those of the rainbow ...

I walk  alone , along  this wet avenue in search  

of the echo of a voice in lost footsteps ...

  What remains of those fleeting lives 

who, for a glimmer of remembrance 

 accompany us, down  the rainy avenue of shadows ?