The patter of rain
Scrubbing storm drains , exposing
pain , creating explanations for -
insanity , revealing dark vanity
Droplets to the beat of any love song -
on the mind , streaming characters -
from another time , perusing empty -
houses , walking parks at twilight ,
looking down before streetlights
Just water .. A shower unlike any other ,
an example before young lovers , tokens of -
forever are a cover , candles o'er the lakes -
capsize then die , the widow is inconsolable -
for a short while with the continual tap-tapping of rain -
tonight

It's an ache unlike any other.
It's rough round each edge.
Hard to swallow,
it burns as it goes down.
It's constant.
Lover's quarrel.
Void in between each other.
Void in our bed.
Void in between each word.
Deafening.
Tu me manques,
I am missing without you.
Tu me manques,
without you, I am missing.
To me manques,
you are missing from me.

I can't explain it.
I tried.
But he won't listen,
I guess I'll say goodbye.
For now,
For good.
I can't explain it,
Not to  him.
He won't accept my truth,
The truth,
Our wrongs.

Her bones quiver
Her heart aches
she wonders why ,she still waits

Her memories race
Her tears fall
she know the solution after all.

Fatality is closing in
Some would say it's a horrid sin.
but relief strike when she strike within.