This is a poem about rain, and how it moves.

I have to see you again.

Born of Love,
The unmistaken nomenclature —-

Tired of it.

Piece of information: Patch is the name of the teddy bear my soulmate gave me for Valentine’s Day.

Sounds of rustling leaves, lovingly hugging the trees, are Nature’s gentle whispers, whispering in the breeze.

(eventhough you had gone … but the memories still lingering in my mind …)

Thoughts on close connections although far away.

From the abyss…back to you.

A love that never came to be.