Tenderness
Rushes to the window
with every pitter-patter
but it is only the rain
crashing into me
trying to wash away my pain
reminding of sunny days
where the pitter-patter
was the beating of my heart
where love was never sought
but happily was found
my heart breathes
feeling once more
your tenderness
pitter-patters run across
the oaken hardwood floors
and I see in her your smile
your love
your heart
The rain and my tears fall
yet I know
most go a lifetime without true love
but no not me
my heart goes pitter-patter
one last time
butterflies float away into my soul
and I remember
I loved you
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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