The Forest and the Rain

Walking
through the forest
in the rain
waiting
for the next moment
of who we are
a sliver of light
in the midst of shadows
or simply . . .

Walking
through the forest
in the rain
drowning
in the life time of memories
we shared
from not wanting to breathe
without love's shelter
to the leaves falling
littering our path
with puddles
of missteps

Listening
to each drop
strike our souls
as if they were thunderous words
that were no longer words
but the sound
of uncertainty
as time
renders us quiet
as there is nothing else to say

Walking
through the forest
in the rain
cold
soaked
and so full of doubt
I don’t want to keep moving
but stopping
ends any hope
of tomorrow's chance
to never cry again

Nice poem .

Beautiful