Summer Rain

*It is now almost four months
since you left me.
Fourteen weeks and three days
to be exact.
Sitting by the edge of the ocean.
The warm cleansing
rains of summer
Wash your taste
from my lips.
Almost as if you had
never touched them .

As if the purity of the  salty
sea rain could wash
you away completely.
Leaving nothing left of you.
Except perhaps for the
tiniest of tears falling
from my eyelashes.