A kiss in the rain preludes

an embrace so long

they leave a lone dry spot

in the street. 
Parched.
Thirsting for more,

yet somehow release,

a “see you soon” leaves

her at piece.

But soon is gone, 
later has passed,

silence screams in her ear

that it was never meant

to last. 
The clouds have cleared,

the rain has come, gone

and come again, but now

with a haunting from the ghost 

of her heart; it hovers 

over that same empty space, and
drop by subtle drop the void fills,
never to be visible again.