The Silent Rain

My thoughts of you are fewer now each day. Has time begun to heal my withered soul? I know that time begins to fade the pain, but can’t imagine when I’ll have control. The rain falls and it trickles down the glass. I trace the drop as if it is a tear. The silence sometimes deafens me, but now, it is a peaceful silence that I fear. Some pieces of me still I cannot find. I’ve searched all over but to no avail. I looked beside the garden path we walked, but could not find me there along the trail. I stand beside the window looking down, as birds dash in and out between each drop. I contemplate the distance to the ground and walk away, yet wonder why I stop. My thoughts of you are fewer now each day. Has time begun to heal my withered soul? I watch the rain in silence as it falls, in hopes, somehow, today will find me whole.