Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
And maybe it was the way the countless raindrops kissed the gravel
Or the sound of water streaming through every dark crack.
Maybe it was the way you interlocked our numbing fingers
Or the reverence you breathed with tenderness to my ears.
Maybe it is the silence that has now become my companion
Or it is the way your figure is no longer a spectacle here.
Maybe it is the agony of missing you that no longer prevails,
But only the piercing truth of your absence that stays.
