It's quiet here
at this time,
except
for the light rain,
its tears rolling
down my pane.
It's moments like these
when I cry inside
remembering,
remembering you
lying here
next to me
in the dark.
I traced
your sweet lady-form
with my finger
and you giggled girlishly,
holding my heart.
It was wonderful darling.
I remember too,
I remember
how much you loved the rain
& our quiet
tender moments.
And now all I trace
are my lips
missing you.