Even if I eventually forget:
the color of your eyes,
how soft you hair often was,
the sadness that tinged your voice when you spoke,
and the moments I saw you smile.
I will not forget the endless nights
we stayed up to talk about life,
the laughter we shared,
how it seemed we could talk about anything,
and nothing felt awkward.
You are truly a friend like no other
and my friend
eventually we shall be reunited again.

there is something about the rain
it makes you someone you're
not.
maybe it's dissociation, that comes
with the first raindrop to hit your hand
or cheek.
your mind leaves your body
and for a second you find yourself
elsewhere.
before you know it, it is pouring
and you are still outside in the
rain.
and even if it makes you
not quite you, you'll still stand
outside
while
it
rains.