Open Letter

You see me, But in a while You will not; I become one With the wind and the rain. We touch, Relish the warmth and passion, But when the clasp breaks, I reside in the quiet Of your heart. On your bad days, I am your friend; On good days, We laugh and play As before, but here's a clue: Nothing has really changed. You don't need a psychic To relay from " beyond"; Do you wonder where I am, Or if I'm OK? Listen: I will tell you. Tears come, But I'll let you in on a secret: I have never left; No, I am not here as before; If you look at the sunshine, You will see me smile.