a last the palms of my calloused hands have been turned
turned towards the grey catching the words that each will say
the arguments which when released are interpreted as
movements of the once quiet mouth
standing here in blue trousers and a soaked white shirt
tears of rain race down my face at a pace set by the previous years
they laugh and they giggle as they trickle down the contours of my cheeks
raising pathways that have been hidden ,
running as though smitten with the gravity that leads them
that lead them to the ultimate goal when, water meets ground
if you have ever watched water fall on to a wood floor?
at times it acts as though it has to climb back up,
the wood floor, which portrays the wants and needs of a thousand
seems to clutch and bring the droplet back to the safety of its grasp.
and for the moment , like a love cursed by summer. they attempt to join
and become one,
but eventually as the summer soon dissipates as does the droplet.
the human tendencies though similar are as we were given the distinct challenge of choice
Choice, is what gives us the chance to love .
the love that we have... especially when we lose someone.
just doesn't go away , nor does it die
yet it takes its place among the millions of other lost feelings,
waiting to be resurrected, and nurtured , waiting for a day back in the light
the beauty of the moment is forever harnessed by that of the caretaker
and at times the connection between certain events are acknowledged
this though brings a burden on both the heart and the soul
leading up to times when all one can do is remember...

... summer loves , when the future played no role , and the play seemed to go on forever. when we made our best memories.