By Lisa Luchsinger Date: 15 February 2001
Rain drops on my window Tapping gently One by one Flowing Running Into the next Streaming Like tears Of a lost love Torn away By circumstance I feel the pain In the pit of my chest Lifting Pulling Dropping again Within each breath I stare at The rivers Streams and Little ponds Building before me Until they stop Coldness Slowly turning to Ice taking each drop That had no chance I am reminded of you I walk away.