The burden of silence, punctuated by the rain
Lonely days, happily interrupted by your smile
Charms off your necklace, sitting behind collected stones
From my days of wandering, forgotten days of youth
playing you a song I've never heard before
Chords at random, eyes closed, fret by fret
Your hands flutter through photographs, discolored by age
Snapshots of faces gone or going, only a fuzzy memory
Like crossed out letters, names on a list, slowly piling up
Yellowed pages crumbling, swept away by grasping wind
Sending fragments of thought wherever they chance to land
In the form of drifting lines of verse, carried on breezes
Stomped into mud puddles, flattened by rain
Spilling ink into saturated soil, a stain among stains
Reincarnated in curling blades of grass