Raindrops fall
so many,
so softly.

How beautiful.

But you forget.

not at once,
but slowly,
fading
unnoticed.

the way they touched
your skin,

your breath,

each fleeting
heartbeat.

just moving,
silent,
slipping,

vanishing
into time.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 967 AF.