It rained that night
That kind of whispering
Rain like cat paws
Clawing carpet I remember
Watching it slide down
The window in little
Winding riverlettes disappearing into
A pool at the
Bottom like children on
The first summer day
Rain is never ever
Going to just be
Rain again it’s always
Going to be goodbye
I remember the weight
Of that one rocks
Glass in my hand
The night you left
It’s all that remained
Of a life together
That I could hold
The rest of it
I let go and
Pushed away but that
One small rocks glass
Still had your lips
In lipstick on it
I had such plans
We have ridden all
Of the carnival rides
Gone fast and around
Up and down on
Ponies and in cars
And always start and
Always return where we
Began I guess that
It’s true that saying
That the foul always
Come home to roost
I’m coming back to
You Muenster in Denver
The last and brightest
Years of life together
It rained when I
Was in Paris it
Rained a cold rain
The kind of rain
That when felt chilled
I went to Paris
Running from things wishing
To leave them behind
But with every droplet
I remembered and soon
In Paris I wept
Paris to me was
The mothers arms needed
When I finally remember
I remember only good
I let the bad
Be carried down river
Like falls fallen leaves
To be spun soaked
And submerged beneath
The heavy cold and
Turbulent waters of time
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 