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As I peer out my window
Looking out to the pouring rain
I see an old man walking
To his mailbox
What I mistake for rain on his face
In reality is tears
Tears that fall to the ground like rain
Salty little drops
That mix so well with pain
The sky, darkened from the retreated sun
That went to rest Its weary head
The earth blankets the sky with those
Glorious darkened clouds in spite
The moon attempting to trickle the earth
With an ounce of Shallow light
Evil showing faces upon the smog
laughing at his pain
Outside he stands
Face gazing to heaven not afraid
The rain gracefully splashes
Off his wrinkled face
Drops trickling off an edged chin
raising old arms
winds gusting against him, yet he stands
Mail blowing out violently from steady grips
Rain drops crashing
Upon his hands
Between his fingers
cold drops squish in his clenched fist
He turns slow
Like most geriatrics do, I assume
Lightning striking tree limbs
another brilliant light
While giving its glorious
Thunderous delight
Under the powerful sky
Does he stand, fearless
With the story of life
only to share it with
Emptiness of night
The winds gust’s harder
Nature is moved
It's cold, wet
I look on confused
The thought in my head
Shit, should I do something
To my dismay the old man is smiling.
softly closing his eyes
He spins
Then in my amazement
I see a shadowy figure appear
That amazingly resembles a female
The old man still circles
As he reaches out to take hold
Knowing exactly where the shadow is
The shadowy figure’s hair flows
In the wind like silk
old fingers touch a darkened face
Hands aged in time
Embracing the cheek
My mind in a state of shock
I can only imagine what he feels
Cold, yet loved, like newborn to mother’s breast
The shadow tilts its darkened head
To embrace those old gentle hands
Feeling Every luscious detail
Wrinkled creases upon tender strength
Beautiful to the touch
The shadows hands lifting
To hold his
Cold, yet soft fingers
Fingers searching each other’s
Telling their own story
Hands that melt into the soul
Two faces embrace
My eyes take hold
My Mind simply lost in what I cannot ascertain
Her hair permeates his senses
His nose presses against her essence
His chest moves
Taking in what I assume to be heaven
His eyes open
He looks into her eyes
A glimmering green
Burst forth in light
Bright emeralds in the night
Showing every minute detail of her face
Stunningly beautiful
Her smile brings forth a new-found hope
It incapacitates his soul
They move in circles
Enchanting dancers that spin
Not one care
The rain goes unnoticed for she's here
Eyes locking
Her spirit light, captivating
They laugh as kids
Innocent lovers
His mouth to hers
Her nose against his
His forehead, pressed against hers
Tucking her head under his chin
Togetherness breathtaking
Those things, taken for granted
They invigorate them
My eyes, fixed at what is
Extremely rare
Something taken for granted in
A world lost in selfishness
Nothing that should be forgotten
A treasure everyone wants
But only the few obtain
Here she is
In her glorious beauty once again
They are one.
The earth in wickedness screeches
As if to say
ENOUGH!
He looks at her in that saddened state
For once again the time is nigh
She gently places her finger on his lips
Her head turns towards him with compassion
I witness what her lips say
"I am always here!"
Her smile
Shinning like the sun
Purest of love
He closes his eyes
As the lightning flashes
As the thunder rages
His eyes slowly opening
With childlike anticipation
only to find
He is once again alone in the rain
She's gone
His best friend, soul mate
a vision dissipates
the shadow fades
His head falls long
For only memories remain
A lifetime of love
Vanished with the wind
The mail disappears in a whirlwind
His lips quiver soft words
“I don’t want to be here!”
Staggering his way back home
Home that brought him joy
now, just an empty tomb
Full of memories.
A life of love
That is all but gone