|Sad Man and Rain by Jiri Hodan|
He looks out
In the rainy morning light
And breathes her name,
Turning mist into memory
On his window pane.
He traces the shape of a heart,
So reminiscent of the curve
His fingers followed on her cheek.
He never understood
Her obsession with the rain
And its ability to mask sorrow;
Today he understands far too well.
~~~ This was written for the OctPoWriMo Day 6 prompt of “Remember.”