Ses Mots, After that Rainy Day
* This poem acts as a follow-up to the original "Ses Mots, On a Rainy Day."
Years passed
Yet she continued
To polish that evening
Until it gleamed
Far brighter
Than the life it had been given.
She had made him
Larger than the moment
Then larger
Than himself.
He never possessed
The depths she gave him
A permanence
He never earned.
His words,
Once carried softly
On the sound of the rain
Had long finished speaking
Only she
Kept listening.
She had forgotten
What the rain had always known
That some things arrive
With the beauty of their leaving.
first you hear the calling
the drops then follow
and for a while
the world is transformed
until it passes.
the clouds scatter
nothing asks to be kept.
that girl had mistaken wonder
for something that could be held
gathered the rain in her hands
and wondered why it slipped away.
she was mesmerised
only later to understand
not every spark
is a star
not every voice
deserves an echo.
some things glow
only because
a hopeful heart
keeps feeding them light.
and that was the quietest sadness...
not that the moment meant nothing
that she spent so many years
giving meaning to someone
who never carried
the weight of it.
for the rain had known
when to leave
she wishes now
she had gone with it.
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