After us

The are days when it all flocks back
The memories of you the momeries of
us.
Like a wave crushing on the shores
Of my mind,
On rainy days the most.
Drops of laughter
Drops of tears
Drops of little moments when time stood still
Falling from above
Onto my vacant face.
This place
Reeks of you
The smell of your lips
Hair
Voice
Eyes
Scattered around on the floor
Of my mind.
There are days when the memories
Are real
A slight glimpse of your face
On a stranger,
Your touch when the wind brushes my skin
Or the sight of your smile when the sun kisses the horizon.
I wonder,
Would the rain fall
And wash you away.