A Message

This is for a love i will never forget. Holding on to it, i will never regret.

Taken in by a message,

the gravity of which compounds feelings.

Assumptions of the future in the rain

falling erratically, all memories, on my pane.

They drip, some quickly falling out of sight.

Some linger, they stay and fight.

Only one ceases to leave.

Staying through the spring, summer, the changing of leaves.

Happiness moves through us,

to and fro.

Yet it is something - that time never lets go.

Author's Note

As always i'm up for any type of criticism!