Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...

All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...

Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...

In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...

Pouring rain
on drowning soil...

Your bare back
framed by the window...

This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...