The rain still beats down on the place where you were…
I know because I watch
Blades of grass grow in spite
Now the leaves settle there too
Looking from all angles for hints of you
The soil retains the imprint of your past
Instead of pushing up the ground gently eases in
Memories haven’t any weight but impact they do
Circling the last image of you daily
Searching for the single spot of your ghost…
as the rain still beats down on the place where you were but this place isn’t you.
theaflys 