Poem - mourning rain

[the_downtrodden]

in the morning
the rain will be falling
and i'll still be thinking of you

your touch will still haunt me
with the phantom caress
of remembered embraces

the sound of your voice
will still resound
echoing in the halls of my mind

all the passioned moments
and the hollow instants
will still be following me

i'll still see your face
in the reflections
of shadows, lurking

and as i look out
into the morning rain
i'll still be mourning

-K'Har-El