Then and Now

Another spell of rain. A Memory rain.

 Similar to the one you and I watched years ago.

A noiseless evening behind a school smelling of lost alumni.

Two tousled heads talking away hair fall, walking the rainfall, satchels flung across careless shoulders.

You and I walk, I spell rainfall right, you spell hair fall wrong…tugging at my unruly head.

I walk again, someone beside me, a shadow of your replica.

Like you she prides her dimple over mine.

Like you she loves me for all my faults.

Like you she walks beside hinting at the farewell nearing.

Then, when you and I walked, moments censored themselves in guilty wonder in a struggle to save what could never be.

She and I walk on in guiltless, reckless wonder of mortal moments.

Now, I know why the rain drips from cloth clips.

I mate the stoic air that exists on a clothesline.

Then, a memory of a little hand quickly brushing away a tear shaped raindrop.

 Now, nothing human falls under the rain fall.