Rain
Tears drop as the rain falls
Why are you crying?
He will not remember,
this is not he,
but I love him still…
Ashau nash veh du
The rain falls;
he has quieted—
fire to warmth
now quiescent as the rain;
a child again, she hoped he'd be
Turning back, lost in the stars
This one, this new one,
he is rooted, grounded, sure;
not alone—skin against skin,
never torn from her heartbeat—
whole and incomplete.