Everything about the rain reminds me of you.
In the water droplets falling fast, as I did for you,
I can see the reflection of your smile.
In the pounding of water on the rooftop,
I can hear the echo of your laugh.
In the fresh after rain smell,
I can still detect traces of your shampoo.
In the feel of water sliding on my skin as I stand outside in yet another storm,
I can feel the ghosts of your hands.
When I let out my tongue to taste the water,
to let it fill up my being and maybe just drown me,
I can remember what it felt like to say your name.
When the rain is done I can feel you like a phantom limb,
gone but oh so there.