The Parting

The drops fall slowly in their silence;

Broken only by their meet on my roof.

I stand by my window seeing their dance,

With them; but aloof.

She walks in the night, ever so slowly;

Her steps are serene and calm;

Her lips tremble, maybe my name;

I wished I could hold her arm.

The drops of rain, cleanses my soul;

The rains wash away my fears.

I stare at the emptiness within,

My eyes know no more tears.

All good things must come to an end;

Perhaps none liked our bliss.

Under the setting sun of gloom;

We had kissed the last kiss.

I wish the night stood for once still,

As my tired eyes watch her sleep.

For tomorrow with the rising sun;

Only memories are mine to keep.